You followed the instructions on the slip of paper to an abandoned warehouse at the edge of town. The sound of drumming and the calls of the dancers wafts through the air towards you. A flickering reddish glow eminates from within. Stepping through the rusted doors you see a multitude of candles, one in every crevice, that light up the designs and coloured chalk loas drawn on the wall and floors. More importantly, they light up the dancers spinning and whirling to the tribal music coming from the big speakers strategically placed. Their glistening bodies seem to shimmer in the candlelight.

You've stumbled upon another modern hounfour....

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