that in Act III, Odile gets Prince Siegfried so hot to trot that when their dances conclude, he takes her to some secluded place in the castle where they make mad passionate love.
My wife says only that I have no basis for this argument (the inference being that I’m giving this my own horny interpretation).
Of course they are doing the nasty. Dance is hot. Dancing with another person is hot. Dancing with a hot person is hot. Dancing with a hot person who can dance really well is un-fucking-believable.
I never dance ballet, but I danced plenty. Many’s the time…er, I’ll leave that thought on the table.
Wife: I bought tickets to the ballet!
Me: For the love of God, WHY?!
Wife: I really want to go!
Me: OK if it means that much to you. How much were they?
Wife: Fifty Gazzillion Dollars…
Me: :eek: <faint>
I forgot to mention, Indian dance has a dance like this. We did write the Kam-Sutr, (Kama Sutra to you folks) after all. I’ve never done it (my mom would have killed me), but the story goes, when the Destroyer Shiva was deep in his meditative trance, the goddess and god of love/lust, Rati & Kamdev, were doing their tandav nritya and disturbed him. Now this is always defined as a really passionate dance, with leaps and bounds and much looking into each other’s eyes, and we say they disturbed his meditative trance while doing it, but we all know what really happened.
They were banging each other so hard he woke up, is all, and the dance is meant to represent that.