Dance!

I start to tap my feet. Then, I shake my hips. The pixies kick up the tempo as I launch into a jig, tossing my hair and leaping about the clearing. It feels so natural, like I was born to move this way. For a moment I forget about my task, about my job, about my life. All I know is the dance, the wild free rhythms coursing through my body.

But what's this? Something is inhibiting me, preventing me from realising my full potential. I can't have that. I have to be free. I shrug off the... whatever it is, unlacing it and kicking it off in a series of smooth motions that I incorporate effortlessly into the dance. I can't believe I've never done this before. I feel like a goddess of nature, dancing in the clearing for all the world to see.

I'm so caught up in the dancing that I lose track of time. When the music stops my head takes a couple of minutes to clear. How long was I dancing for? What happened to my mind? Where did all the pixies go?

And where are my clothes?

It's coming back to me now. I took them off. I did a striptease for the pixies while they watched and played their music and applauded me as I peeled off my breeches and wiggled my nude bottom for them. And then they took my clothes and flew away, leaving me alone in this clearing. Stranded. Stark naked. And thoroughly pranked.

Goddess, but I hate those moon-cursed pixies.

I blush and cover myself with my hands. I can't see any pixies, but I can still feel them watching me from the trees. I have a choice to make now. Do I push on into the forest, or do I scamper back to town without a scrap of clothing to my name?