Welcome to the world of dancing divas who are made to dance for the pleasures of men in the Indian countryside. I am the girl born in a poor family but endowed with richness of womanhood. Men across caste and religions drool for my budding beauty. I have been a sincere girl in my studies and on hitting puberty my family makes me drop from the village school. The village men started to cherish my blooming beauty which made my parents careful for they are old school and feel that education will corrupt girls. Then came the year of drought when my father lost crops and became burdened with debt. Seeing my beauty, the village pimp, known as respectable person, suggested my father to get me enrolled in his dance agency. He paid for my father's debt and offered me job in his dance agency.

In his dance agency we travel to various villages and take part in stage dances organized by various rich village people on various occasions like marriages, festivals and elections. Before every day of voting, often the villages had us dancing whole night. It's during those dances I get to learn the status of men in our society and how even the agency expects us to make the audience happy and into a state of trance with our natural beauty. Often they would allow local powerful men in our dressing rooms making us change clothes in front of them. That night I came home with cold and cough as some Thakur wanted us to dance in artificial rain completely wet. Then there days when our dresses will have strings broken while we danced. Initially I thought it happened because of chance and poor quality but later we realized that dance agency purposely nicked those strings before giving us.

Would you like to play out one such dance night or more of those nights?

Welcome to the world of dancing divas who are made to dance for the pleasures of men in the Indian countryside. I am the girl born in a poor family but endowed with richness of womanhood. Men across caste and religions drool for my budding beauty. I have been a sincere girl in my studies and on hitting puberty my family makes me drop from the village school. The village men started to cherish my blooming beauty which made my parents careful for they are old school and feel that education will corrupt girls. Then came the year of drought when my father lost crops and became burdened with debt. Seeing my beauty, the village pimp, known as respectable person, suggested my father to get me enrolled in his dance agency. He paid for my father's debt and offered me job in his dance agency.

In his dance agency we travel to various villages and take part in stage dances organized by various rich village people on various occasions like marriages, festivals and elections. Before every day of voting, often the villages had us dancing whole night. It's during those dances I get to learn the status of men in our society and how even the agency expects us to make the audience happy and into a state of trance with our natural beauty. Often they would allow local powerful men in our dressing rooms making us change clothes in front of them. That night I came home with cold and cough as some Thakur wanted us to dance in artificial rain completely wet. Then there days when our dresses will have strings broken while we danced. Initially I thought it happened because of chance and poor quality but later we realized that dance agency purposely nicked those strings before giving us.

Would you like to play out one such dance night or more of those nights?