Belly Dancers: Fantasy

The cymbals chimed through the night as the slow trail of belly dancers wound their way through the city streets. From behind the carved screens, the modest women watched ad wondered what their lives would have been like if they'd been selected by the temple, instead of growing up to marry into their new families and live their life behind the screen. The dancers swayed with obscenely bare waists and arms, their long hair hanging glistening down to their back. The chimes were in perfect unison, and many a man shivered to hear them--not with lust, but with fright. One of theirs had been harmed, and now the temple dancers were out searching for the guilty party. When they found him, well, most of the men didn't want to think about that part.

Inspiration: Nary a clue.
Story Potential: Low.
Notes: Again, sort of a story here, but not really? And this whole temple belly dancers vs. full hijab seems...improbable.