Diane

Slave Girl #34
The set was bedlam. Thousands of extras wandered about the scene.

Sheila walked into the melee, her skirt twisting around her ankles. She pulled at the diaphanous chiffon and wound it around her arm like a purple sling.

As she started to climb the rocks, she tripped on the fabric and fell backward. Strong arms grabbed around her waist. She gazed into the face of Moses.

Charlton Heston smiled.