Then the flashing, changing, whirling colors of the dancers struck Lane as oriental, erotic, bizarre--gorgeous golds and greens and reds striped by the conventional black.

Suddenly the blare ceased, and the shrill, trilling laughter had dominance.

The rapid circling of forms came to a sudden stop, and the dancers streamed in all directions over the floor.
"Dare, they've called time," said Blair.

"Let's get inside the ropes so we can see better." The hall was not large, but it was long, and shaped like a letter L with pillars running down the center.

Countless threads of many-colored strings of paper had been stretched from pillars to walls, hanging down almost within reach of the dancers.