The dance floor was a modern-day hunting ground, what with all the aunties seated at their tables scouring the swaying bodies of naive young women, marking one or five as potential mates for their sons, nephews or grandsons. Palwasha avoided dancing, avoided it like the hawk eyes of the wedding guests narrowed in on their prey and calculated her child bearing abilities at the speed of light. She had no intention of being bartered away like cattle. She had more important things to do.