"Give me a beat, boys."<br/><br/>The drummer of the band Karamel shared the stage with struck up a strong, lively beat, but her eyes and gesture had been too the audiance when she made the request.<br/><br/>Right side facing the tavern, Karamel wiggled her shapely hips towards and away from the audiance in time to the beat, a sight made all the more aluring by the fact that she wore only a gaurzy red loincloth held on  by a golden chain over the hip and matching breast band.<br/><br/>"Let me hear you stomp you feet, boys."<br/><br/>Guitars and flutes joined in as Karamel danced across the stage and sometimes up onto the near tables--or between them, flirting with the audience in her own  personal mix of belly dance and tap, even throwing in some ballet--going up on pointe in plie at the height of the music.<br/><br/>It was always best when the audience gave the beat.<br/><br/>*  *  *<br/><br/>Between sets, the redhead sipped at light wine and carefully daubed the sweat off of her body so that nothing dripped, she only glowed, when a messenger approached...<br/><br/>