Bohemian Visage: unique gaze back up to the man that held her over his lap. Lifting her hips up ever so slightly to bow her back, legs were still slightly bent at the knee with her height. 'Yes I was taught the basic dances, as any Gorean slut would
Agrippa Pontus: across from Hagan at one of the tables, shoving some broken shards across the floor trying to make room for himself. "Elizabeth grabs some furs and shake them out. Bring them over here. clean out a space for me here" he
Agrippa Pontus: sounded irritable. --
Bohemian Visage: be...Master." It was almost difficult for her to say it... with that sense of actually belonging to him, she was not there. But she never said she was any good. But she would not expose it.-d
Disparate Voices: Puppy sitting? What that what he felt as he was doing? Puppy sister?! "Yes, Master," she offered in a sulken tone. It never felled when more beautiful girls were about she would be downgrounded to pu
AlI That Is Man:
Sky blues locked onto the familar sight of a slave, one he owned. His first girl, caused a wicked smile to press across his face. He stared at her as she unfurled into a nadu nearby. He motioned to Agrippa and spoke. "Shes a shy
AlI That Is Man: one." He said, speaking of Scarlet. "He let eyes center on her heart shaped face and he spoke. "Tal Elsa, did Pumpkin let you know where I was." Ongoing gag because Pumpkin was mute. A slight chuckle at his joke made at the big mans
Disparate Voices: 'puppy status' With a sensual gait, and a lascivious rock of comely hips she abled about the the tavern that was in utter disarray, with a dip of bended knees hear, and a dipp of knees there she gathered as many furs as her arms
AlI That Is Man: expense. He slapped Lily's rump and pushed her out of his lap and onto his feet. "Dance for us, the most sensual you know." He said. He leaned back in his chair to watch. Agrippa did not seem to be enjoying himself very much and he
Image of Scarlet: : Her shy? Ok, perhaps a little, maybe she was just... reserved. A soft blush started to color her cheeks and a little smile formed upon lightly painted lips, her eyes remained focus upon the floor. Greeted, Four leaned forward,
Disparate Voices: could possibley carry. She then moved outside. making her way through the alley door to hand the furs, and rugs onto a line that crossed from building to building. Spying a stick she hefted it up, and began to beat them with a furry
AlI That Is Man: held the wine up to him. "Drink, maybe make your slut join her. They can do a dance together." He said, goblet lifted to his mouth and long draught taken. Reserved, yes that was the term he was looking for. She wasn't exactly shy,
Disparate Voices: as if trying to let out some pint up aggression. -d-
AlI That Is Man: well as she used to be.
Image of Scarlet: hands falling from the tops of parted thighs to touch the ground as she folded herself in half, head lowering. : Tal my Master, Master. He did indeed, Master. : An unseen smile touching her lips as she kept her head down. Then she
Bohemian Visage: Once she found herself on his feet there was a sound of being kicked in the gut or the loss of breath. Dance? Oh skies help her at this point. She might end up starving in more than one way this night if she did not perform. Looking
Image of Scarlet: was pushing herself up to all fours, that well curved arse lifting high within the air, the hem of her silks doing nothing to cover flesh, Four crept toward her Master's boots. :
Bohemian Visage: towards the other slave that walked in. Pushing the long length of hair from her face. Before pushing her self up and off of his feet. Looking towards the sands. Walking towards them stretching out her arms above her head and
Bohemian Visage: rolling her head side to side stretching out her neck. Then there was a deep stretch to losen her back and rise and fall of each foot to stretch out those long legs of hers. Dainty and very prima ballerina in body structure.
Bohemian Visage: Wetting her lips while walking around the outside of the sands. Lifting those dark fathomless eyes towards the men once again. Still not even a smile upon her lips. Looking to that slave pole. It was a daunting thing before her.-d
Agrippa Pontus: So Agrippa took the wine and did do a little drinking. His eyes were on the girl that was sent to the pole, but he could not help but be a little distracted by Elizabeth pounding on the furs he had sent for. He knew when she
Agrippa Pontus: got like that she might be this way all night and you had to do something about it like it her with a stick or chain her to a wall. "Elizabeth stopped that and get over here. They those furs down here where I can have the
Agrippa Pontus: space to stretch out a little with you next to me, and be a good girl" by the tone of his voice she could tell over the insistent pounding of her anger on the defenseless furs, that she was risking giving up that space on the floor
Agrippa Pontus: next to him if she didn't pay him a little better attention. He gave her one last high arching look and then turned to leer at hagans girls who seemed eager to please a man and his prick.--
AlI That Is Man:
Before she had even had made her way all the way to him, his hand was down and he snatched Elsa up by the hair. He jerked her over to rest against his thigh and motioned to the girl he had just purchased recently. "Watch." He told
Agrippa Pontus: Stop* lay those furs, etc*
Disparate Voices: No sooner than she hear her Master's words, she flung the tick to the side, letting it thrumb against the wall before clattering to the ground. She drew a deep breath, and remember that she had promised hereself what she'd do. Draw
AlI That Is Man: her and turned all attention to the gypsy girl. He watched her silently, noting how she prepped for the dance. His eyes moved up and down her tall lithe frame, taking in every single hort of her body and what she was doing with it.
AlI That Is Man: He knew she was preparing mentally for the task at hand and was going to give them a show. One hand in her hair, the other on his wine he leaned back to enjoy the show. Occasionally he would lift said wine goblet and consume just a
AlI That Is Man: small bit before setting the goblet back down on the table.
Disparate Voices: down the now clean furs, she laided them across the length of her arm, amd sauntered back to where her Master was sitting. From beneath a veil of thick dusky lashes she peered to him as if the Priest Kings themselves had made her'
Image of Scarlet: : About to kneel beside him, she felt the familiar hold within her hair, a small cringe as she was jarked to his side, her cheek pressed against his thigh. Four half knelt, half sat upon the floor beside him, one hand upon the floor
Image of Scarlet: to balance her, the other found it's way to The Slaver's ankle, gently curling her fingers as best she could about it. Those blue gray eyes drifted across the room to the slave preparing herself at the slave pole. A dance! Four
Disparate Voices: for him, him for her. Descending to her knees she smoothed the furs out before him, and them proceeded to curl her amazingly long body next to his. A delicate hand dropping to the top of his thigh brazenly, the tips of her fingers
Image of Scarlet: spent a few ahns each morning training and was eager to watch the girl perform for the small crowd. :
Disparate Voices: drawing intricate little patters over his flesh as she peered brazenly across to the others. -d-
Bohemian Visage: Fingers push through her hair, slipping to her knees before the sands, leaning forward and pressed her brow to the edge of the stone work just before the sands. A moment of reprieve before she would have to perform. No slave went
Bohemian Visage: into a dance without some sort of insperations. Thus the fraude of a bred slave would try and drudge something up from the colorful soul that she harbored. Hair was released to tumble in that wheat shoot carmel with the dappling
Bohemian Visage: kiss of red, rare as the color was (so she was told) she had a touch of it. A romanticized amount, it was not fire like some wished on their chain. It only stood out against her freckled tawny flesh. Lifting her head up, just a turn
Bohemian Visage: up, still her body had not rising from the floor, her knees only further parted to let her slender torso fall between those taunt thighs. Fingers curled along the edge, she looked to the two sets there. Master's with their favored
Bohemian Visage: pets. Her eyes for the first time, showed a small glint of fire and spirit inside of her. Pushing one hand forward feeling the grains of sand between her fingers, it was a thrilling responce. Almost arousing, well that is a lie. It
Bohemian Visage: was a full body arousal. Inside and out. Stretching out fully reaching towards that pole. The bane of her existance. She would dance to what she felt inside. Moving her body in one fluid motion, no stop, no hault when her
Bohemian Visage: oposing knee came forward and into the sands it went. And repeat. Pulling herself closer to the pole. It held her attentions, her fears, her whispered dreams and desires there before her. Moving to the pole, she was laying on her
Bohemian Visage: belly by now. Letting her legs extend behind her. Hands on either side of it. Looking up the full length, before leaning towards it, eyes fall closed slowly, lips part in a sensual pout of burning need. To place a kiss to the base
Bohemian Visage: of it. Hands were depressed into the sands, shifting it under the silent strength, soon hips lifted, causing the slip of silk to wash over the swell of her rear, exposing the felsh slowly. It was like a rush of water that made her
Bohemian Visage: tremble upon her belly. Like a puppet being pulled by strings her legs drew under her, drawing her closer to the pole. A single hand smoothing up along it, as if it were the leg of a man and she the lowly whimper slave desperate for
Bohemian Visage: attentions. Her face spoke of it. That inner need that was warmning her belly and made her thighs quiver. A bit of an actress she was. Soon both hands were moving up the pole, walking her body closer to the pole, soon the whole of
Bohemian Visage: her midsection was tightly pressed against it. The faint murmmers of a moan caressed her lips. Her head draws back, and in a fluid motion the tall gyspy was on her feet. It was then she looked to those that were in the audience. Her
Bohemian Visage: right knee brushed the pole, feeling the material caress her sensitive inner thigh. Leaning back then her knee would soon be used to hold her hips to the pole, further still she arched back one arm falls free, before swinging
Bohemian Visage: herself around and pressed back to the pole with a snap of her body. Releasing the pole from her leg, turning so her back was to it, her heart was pounding, left hand rises above her head, holding the pole in a loving manner, her
Bohemian Visage: right hand beside her, the sultry expression on her face as she was lost in a euphoric moment. Slipping down the pole, sure some might bump and grind and fuck themselves silly, she did not. No it was more of a seductive act, a
Bohemian Visage: sensual coo, that temptation curl of a finger... the begging of use in her body but giving no ounce of release to herself... pushing it to the limit. Enough to bring tears to her eyes. Tongue caresses center lip and slipping down
Bohemian Visage: to her knees once again. Left hand seized her hair and the pole, tethering her self there to it. Right hand comes to caress over knee and thigh, drawing up her silk, in defiance her body arches towards the men, straining the silk as
Bohemian Visage: it was clawed in her right hand and pulled on. Knees dangerously parted, feeling that pain ripple she cries out. Mercy? Perhaps the leave to end the humliation of exposing her body in such ways before men. (and no need to be silent
Bohemian Visage: out there lurkers!!!!!!)
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