Lightly Erotic

The maratus claps, to get the females' attention.

He already has it.

The three rice-grain-sized females watch him to see what he'll do next.

He hesitates.

Anything wrong? asks Gaius.

No, says the maratus. Just getting ready to leap backwards.

Understandable, says Gaius. I believe they can be quite aggressive if they don't like your dancing.

Tell me about it, says the maratus. And there's THREE of these lovelies.

The females wink at one another.

Flattery.

The maratus starts dancing, waving his third pair of fuzzy black legs in the air, displaying white tips.

He edges closer to the females.

He is not able to catch what they're muttering.

But soon enough it becomes evident that they don't like his dance.

Two of them shoot forward in full attack mode.

The maratus leaps onto Gaius's shoulder.

Bravo. But it's not quite as high as all that.

Gaius stands up.

Now it is.

See that? says the maratus. Fast response time. I call it defensive dancing.

Indeed, says Gaius. I thought the third female was interested, for a moment.

Did you? says the maratus. Which one is she?

The one that hung back a little, says Gaius. The other two have stalked off in an obvious huff, but she is still down there. Care for another try?

Lower me to half mast, says the maratus.

Gaius obliges.

The maratus calls down to the female.

Truth or dare, says the maratus.

Dare, says the female.

Okay, says the maratus. See that date ball packet? I dare you to enter it.

Gaius is pleased with the maratus's choice of dare. If the female enters the date ball packet of her own volition, he will have a fine specimen.

The female looks at the date ball packet gaping open on the sand.

There is condensation on the cellophane.

It's wet, says the female.

My wet, says the maratus.

This is erotic.

She steps lightly inside.