She is dressed in the briefest of gowns and diaphanous train. She is fanned by her Nubian slaves. Complete luxury abounds.
Smoke pours forth from urns of incense.
Seductive and slow their bodies intertwining. The men pursue the maid and when she is caught, she stings and kills them. The dance ends with a clash of cymbals as the last man is stung to death. Oh what could I devise, devise today that could speed him home to me without delay. Oh what could we devise Intrigue today that would speed him home to her to her, to her without delay.