Enthralled by the pageant of her body, his eyes were locked on her every move. The way she knew it would be, he watched her put herself on stage in the most intimate of ways. She slithered like an asp and moved with a sway that was simultaneously heavy-lidded and narrow-eyed: brazen yet coy. He knew there was no way his eyes could leave her, even when she turned away from his gaze. Also, watching her made him feel impossibly virile.