"What joys we have to show you, Ambassador."

In the secret theaters of the under-tunnels, in places that no human had stepped before, places carved of the earth with a precision that one did not need to be a dwarf to appreciate, but with strange angles and climbs that required the assistance of one of his spidery escorts.

"Come this way.  Up to the great amphitheater.  I do hope you can appreciative the subtleties of what you will witness, though I know not the limits of your anatomy."

The Ambassador gave a simple nod as he settled upon one of the hanging benches that was suspended high above the curved and deepened depths below.  The lights along the side of the bowl dimmed, but for one greater one, to shine down upon the central figure, a dancer.

"We witness the dance of Queen Lethian, who took the brood from her mother in the waning days of the first Empire.  She made this dance to honor her mother, to tell her story, and to impress the head suitor of her mothers brood.  A special treat, this is the first time a male will attempt the dance, so I apologize if the subject matter offends."

"I do not think it will."  The pale haired ambassador replied, while looking down with interest, and resting a hand on the bone and silk woven seat.  The strands above were light and thin, no thicker than a mans thumb if all put together, but the platform had not even rocked when loaded with ambassador and his retinue.

The seat vibrated slightly, at the first three taps of the dancer down below, who moved across the polished floor with a glide and skitter.

Though there was an accompanied hum of instruments, they were light and barely noticed upon the vibrations of the dance, which echoed across the hollow floor and carried out in rings, sharper to softer and faintly felt.  Each motion, each step was felt, and even for one as distantly tuned as a human, it could be felt through the thread and into the specially crafted seat, and the rhythm had a pulse, not unlike the beating of a heart...