Sura, as the Barbarian High Priest, always exudes a unique exotic aura.
Her thick hair, as dark as the night, gently sways in the wind, dressed in traditional Barbarian attire.
Adorned with brightly colored feathers and shells, each step showcases her innate elegance and strength.
Moonlight pours down like water, draping the room of the castle with a silvery veil.
David looked up and saw countless stars twinkling in the sky, like countless eyes filled with anticipation and eagerness.
"Tonight, I want to show you our tribe's traditional dance," Sura said with a smile, excitement and confidence shining in her eyes.
"I can't wait!" David replied with a smile, showing an expression of anticipation and appreciation.
He knew that Sura wanted to express her gratitude in her own way.
Sura gently moved to the center of the open ground, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath, feeling the call of the dance spirit from within.
