Khonsu continues his dance, drinking in the adoration of the ladies' appreciative stares, when suddenly, and without warning...

BAM!

Khonsu is jostled by the hurtling body of a small, yet attractive Celtic woman who has seemingly decided that she is an acrobat.

The woman lying at Khonsu's feet is attractive, but whose hair has an odd, coppery hue, unlike anything Khonsu has ever seen. Her clear, green eyes look up at him with a sheepish twinkle, and Khonsu reaches down to help her up...

By Horus' beak, woman! As long as you're onstage, you'd better be dancing with me!

Khonsu begins to hoist the woman up, and a look of terror crosses her face. She's not accustomed to dancing in front of large crowds, apparently. Suddenly, and quite without warning, a gentleman sweeps by and saves the Celtic lass from certain stripping, whisking her away from the stage and out of Khonsu's arms...

Ah well...it seems I must finish the show alone...

Khonsu continues his erotic dance, kicking off his leg greaves each in turn. The Egyptian warrior then strides front-stage center, and, still bumping and grinding, begins to unhook the casiri wrapped at his waist...

One hook...

Two hook...

Third, and final hook...

The supple garment falls to the floor, and Khonsu deftly turns his back to his audience, revealing a chiseled, smooth back that leads directly down to well-rounded, firm buttocks...even the backs of his legs are rippling with carven muscle, flexing and seething beneath his coppery skin. He flexes briefly, and strikes a pose, showing off his ripped physique...

...and slowly begins to turn towards the audience...