I have an interesting story about a whirling Dervish
- an aquaintance was returning at sunrise from a long but sober night out. In an apartment across the street there was a rotating object, spinning perfectly as if under mechanical power. As he approached and drew closer the object turned out to be a female, who upon discovery stopped spinning around and looked directly at him! His heart about stopped! He didn't know anything about Dervishes, and I'm still not sure that he believes in them.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sufism dervish.org

MM:

Dervish or not, a beautiful woman, as I imagine your story, spinning in ecstasy (or not spinning . . . ), and making eye contact, is a delectable potion to what ails a man.