29/Serial

I didn't look anything like a belly dancer, much less a famous belly dancer from Istanbul. A natural blonde, I considered my  long hair to be my best feature. I was 5'7" and had average-size breasts, slim hips, and not much of a waist. And I wore glasses. I had a pretty good ear for accents, but Turkish wasn't one of them. Eileen had no linguistic abilities that I knew of. But we walked in there, the music stopped, Eileen gave her spiel, and those boys swallowed it. Every word. Their girlfriends soon drifted off to huddle in the back.