Two women find a shared connection in music.
Enjoy..
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I stood - ensnared and enchanted. Behind me, the old stone stairs descended in a graceful sweep to the ground floor of the gallery foyer. Soft music swelled from below, with the lyrics a language that sounded like Spanish to my unfamiliar ear. I'd climbed up here to get away from the press; the balcony had looked like a good place to engage in one of my favourite pastimes: watching beautiful women.
But someone had beaten me up here, and now I simply couldn't look away from her.
She leaned - or rather reclined, nobody as lovely as her would lean - against the dark wood banister. The warm incandescent lighting lent her skin an almond glow, and darkened the blue of the exquisite eastern-pattern dress that she wore - simple, body-h
