Saif of Kashani: *He had managed to aquire the use of pleasure guarden all
to himself, for no small amount of coin, to which he had men deliver food of
many types, along with Ka-la-na and even turian wine. Among all this he sat
in foolish splendor,
Bohemian Visage: the true love she had for dancing, he might be more prone
to seeking another way to figure out his puzzle of a slave. Catching the
sound in the distance, she turned, fluid like the wind guided her completely.
Long fingers pushed
Saif of Kashani: druming away at his drum. Doom ka tek, ka tek ka doom doom,
repeated over and over while he warmed up.*
Bohemian Visage: through redish tint curls setting them to move freely about
her back. The skirts were designed to show off more of her body than hide
them. Seeing the drumer there in the gardens, she found herself drawn to it.
It had to be the
Bohemian Visage: gyspsy spirt in her. Walking towards him, long strides as
she moved to the beat of the drum. Fingers trailed over her flat stomach. She
approched him more boldly, like the she sleen awoke from its hibernation.
Slipping down to her
Bohemian Visage: knees crawling to him, lips parted as the heated breath of
anticipation rolled freely. Moving closer still, transfixed upon the drum and
the music he played. Enthralled, more than like the most expression ever
seen, Even if her face
Bohemian Visage: showed none of it, her eyes were slowly progressing to
animation-d
Saif of Kashani: *Seeing that look he actually smiled at the girl, then
removed his kaffiyeh made of white cloth from his head, and began to play in
earnest. Hands moving with skill over the drum head, drawing the sounds from
it in one long drawn
Saif of Kashani: out rhythm, Doom doom, tek ka tek, doom tek ka tek, tek ka
tek, doom tek ka tek, doom tek ka tek, tek doom doom, tek ka tek, tek ka tek.
Was repeated by his hands, working over the drum, a wild rhythm leaned in the
tahari. His eyes
Saif of Kashani: however never left the girls, they burned on her. She was
kajira after all, made for men to want, and he was a man so why should he not
look at her that way. To many let such worries guide them these days.* Dance.
*He said, his tone
Saif of Kashani: making it an order to the girl.* d
Bohemian Visage: When the drum started she felt that pull deep inside of
her, that draw that lured her closer to him. Almost tasting the music as it
started to progress. Feeling it, keeping her eyes firmly pinned upon his own.
Hips curled down over
Bohemian Visage: raised heels, her fingers pressed into the earth below her,
arching her body towards him through the framing of arms. A long draw of
tongue to the inside of her lips. Lifting slowly, her body began to stir.
Evidence of a life
Bohemian Visage: dawning, under the moons light that played over the sliver,
bringing a fire brilliance to it. She leaned forward, her fingers lifted up
the discarded piece of fabric drawing it closer to him. She had a soft scen
upon her skin,
Bohemian Visage: something exotic with the sweet kiss of sweet and alluring.
The fabric was held by one corner of fore finger and middle, she did not
rock, enough strength and control she lifted from where she was. With knees
coming to press
Bohemian Visage: together, hips worked to follow the beat he gave out.
Coming to stand fully at six feet. Left arm began to move, fingers curling
into the palm of her hand and then out. Creating an illusion.
Bohemian Visage: Right leg comes to slip out further, dangerously close to
his feet, then drew back again. Lower undulations of her body began. Hips
dipped down, tucking and pulling upwards, moving just her abdomin and hips in
an alluring rocking
Bohemian Visage: and roll up through to her lower ribs. The fabric was used
to draw eye, to be the temptation of movement. Freedom. It is what it
represented. Slowly her head lulled back in a delicate manner, swan like neck
was stretched out, left
Bohemian Visage: arm rose up, directing eyes and keeping time with the
softer side of the music he produced. Her hips still found the spice of the
beat. Left leg carefull would whirl her to give him a profile view of the
tall slave before him.
Bohemian Visage: Rapture gripped through her. Still just the lower hip
undulations were done. Arms both rise of her head, letting the fabric lay
behind her for now, it moved with the whisper of wind and her body movements.
A few more movements such
Saif of Kashani: *He rose then, never stopping his drumming, though he
slightly sped up the tempo. The drum held against his side by his forearm,
elbow in the bend of it, and left hand pressed against the rim. His right
fell flat on the head,
Bohemian Visage: as that, she pushed out her left leg, lifting it to the tip
of her big toe, leaving her hip free reign to move, and that is what it would
do. Up and down, slower at first and then quickened more. With a few leg kick
outs. Eyes
Saif of Kashani: bringing out each doom, while the fingers of his left hand
snapped close bringing the teks from the drums, before his right caught the
drum once more on the edge. Pulling out the ka's, he walked around her as he
played. Noting her
Saif of Kashani: style and movement. Each step he took slow and deliberate,
until he was behind her, then he stopped a moment. Still playing, his eyes
studying her while he did so.*
Bohemian Visage: tracked the man as he rose. Fingers curled tighter into the
fabric over head, left hand slides down her arm and captures the center of
it, pulling it around her. It was held above her head, fingers held tightly
to that white strip,
Bohemian Visage: it was her freedom, hips slowed in this progress. Her heart
rate lifted a bit more, even drew up her chest, relaxing her shoulders.
Drawing her knees together, there was a twist up to the balls of her feet.
Hips rolled up once and
Bohemian Visage: back down, the quickened pace as heat crawled through her
body. Slowly her head tilted back letting long curls play in the nights muse
behind her. Left hand slipped down the length of the fabric so it came to
dance across her torso
Bohemian Visage: A more wicked way did her body move. With the physicial
feel of eyes upon her body. She moved like the piece of fabric did, a serpant
rising from its basket, charmed by the drum, --so to speak-- Arms moved in
seperation of her body.
Bohemian Visage: Letting the music pour through her, eyes come to close for
a moment, lips parted an a quiver rises through her flesh. Righting herself
once more. Chest and torso, sway, rolling in fluid perfection. Letting is
drip down to her hips
Bohemian Visage: all the way through to her toes. Looking over her shoulder
towards him, expression bloomed over those fathomless features, the life that
punctuated each feature upon her face, could steal breath. Sharp snaps of her
hips then she
Bohemian Visage: changed directions, letting the rolls come from left side
and exit the right, first down then back up, doing the same with the right.
As the right side rippled up, her body leaned that way, jetting out her hip,
displaying the long
Saif of Kashani: *She would note the sound of the doom changing the as he
hit the last one in the song, his fingers pressing down into the stretched
hide to alter it's should, signaling that he would start to end the song now.
He slowed the tempo,
Bohemian Visage: line of her spine to him, hair fell free so he could be
witness to the body in fluid motion. Left hip left exposed, her leg snaked
out from the fabric, its own dance of seduction. Once toes were pointed she
stepped to them. As he
Saif of Kashani: down, he would play through the song thrice more before he
ended it. His steps taking him around her in slow circles as he did so.*
Bohemian Visage: slowed his tempo, her body found a gentle sway to it.
Turning to him for the moment, it was almost a saddness that caressed her
eyes and forced a pout upon her lips. When the tempo began anew, she could
feel the thrill echo in her
Bohemian Visage: very bones. Drawning her to him, just before he moved
around her. He was her ring of fire, she could not help but dance to him, the
arousal was becoming aparent in each movement of flesh. Right hand joined
left with the fabric,
Bohemian Visage: wrapping it around her wrists binding them above her. Right
leg drew a cresent from its place before her, to behind her. Predatory gaze
followed him while he moved. Like a bolt of lightening that struck her, a
small cry came from
Bohemian Visage: her lips and her body dipped down, letting her bound wrists
fall before her. Closing her off once more to the world.-d
Saif of Kashani: *With that he moved back to where he had set before, his
hands laying aside the drum. He watched her then, motioning one of the
guarden slaves to lay out water and a towel to him. He layed them out and
waited for the girl to rise. A
Saif of Kashani: clap of his hands brought out muscians he had higherer to
play along with him. He had been druming to simply give them their lead, now
they set about the sands in a circle. Prepairing their instruments, getting
ready for their part
Saif of Kashani: in his night of revelry. His burnoose hung about him,
resting in folds against his small taharian rug which he used as a matt.
While he watched the girl catch her breath he took up fruit with his right
hand, eating it slowly one
Saif of Kashani: piece at a time. Savoring the taste of what he ate, as much
as he savored every moment of life. Tonight however the fruit tasted bland,
he felt a hunger for once, that no flavor would sate. His eyes burned on her
as he realized this
Saif of Kashani: , and with it his true want of the dancing girl. If only
for a night he would see to it that he had this girl.*
Bohemian Visage: She rose to her feet now. Turning to him, walking with a
sultry passion that could not be contained on a mortal plane. Everymovement
was flawless and perfection from the top of her head to her toes. She would
remove her sandals.
Bohemian Visage: Leaning over and slipping down to a crouch draped the
fabric around his neck and looked into his eyes for a moment. She watched as
the other musicians came into the gardens. A spark of fire burned in her
eyes, her pupils dilated
Bohemian Visage: with arousal of the soul, sensory need was spilling free as
it ran over the rim of her own control. Hearing them. She rose up. Turning to
walk a bit from him. Gracing the sands this time, lowering down to pay homage
to them. Fingers
Bohemian Visage: ran across the top of the sands. Lifting up once more.
Looking to the moons then over her shoulder to him. A sheen clung to her
flesh from the previous dance. Accenting her muscle tone, and highlighted the
romantic appeal of
Bohemian Visage: feminine curves. She was not like most, she was not built
with mass amounts of curves and she was as tall as many men. Stretching out
like a feline first. She did not dare dance again without care to her
muscles. Injury would mean
Saif of Kashani: Do you need water to continue girl, or shall I have them
play? *He watched her, speaking to her for the first time in this place,
before this he had let their animal natures speak. There no words were
needed, or wanted, but in this
Saif of Kashani: he broke the scarid silence, to be sure he would get the
best from her as she danced for him. His right hand took up the thick turian
wine, drinking it, if you could call it that. While he awaited her answer.*
Bohemian Visage: the death of her spirit. Lily was a wild spirit, gypsy
blood coursed through her, barbarian heat, Gorean training, a conundrum
trapped. So the woman, under the moons, looked to the drumer, the muse of the
night. "If allowed Master,
Bohemian Visage: I would be greatful for water before I dance again for your
pleasure." The drawl of her words held a carnal cadence to it. Her heart
raced in her chest, her body ached, but not in fatigue or pain. It was
something she could not put
Saif of Kashani: *He motioned his hand toward the bowl of water and towel of
rence cloth, should she wish to dry herself to keep sand from getting in
places where it would rub her flesh raw.*
Bohemian Visage: a name to or even a description. She waited, her approach
to him was not yet in motion. She waited the response with a baited breath,
teeth on edge of her lip, maybe he would actual give her water from his hand,
Bohemian Visage: further iterating her place. Motioning her towards the
water, she moved to it. Several steps taken, then moved to all fours,
crawling to him first. Pressing her cheek to his boot in gratitude for
allowing water. Turning, lifting to
Bohemian Visage: her knees, the bowl was taken up between both hands and to
her lips it went. Drinking with a need, it would barely quench, thrist yes,
the slave belly that was always there, but lay dormiant until set to motion,
in her dance she
Bohemian Visage: could not be the wraith she presented to the world. It was
her ultimate weakness, it drew out the true kajira in her. Even in the task
of drinking water was done like poetry. Once it was finished, the rep cloth
was taken up to dry
Bohemian Visage: off her legs first. A touch to her feet, she was truly a
vain creature.-d
Saif of Kashani: :He smiled watching her, having let her take the first
drink to replenish what sweat took from her. Then he leaned closer to her,
his hand closing in her hair. Holding her still since she bounded away before
he could do this before.
Saif of Kashani: So holding her he gently tugged her head back by the hair,
inhaling the scent of her along her neck, his lips parting by instinct to
brush her skin before he leaned back once more. His hand releasing her, to
continue cleaning the
Saif of Kashani: sand away. He then took up a water skin, watching her,
wondeing if she would beg for more water. Or simply move back to the sands,
then his lips curled in a slow smile. Setting the skin to the side he drew a
bottle from his burnoose
Saif of Kashani: . Calling for two small glasses he poured the liquid into
each of the glasses then motioned to the girl.*d
Bohemian Visage: The moment his hand ensnared her hair she felt the
explosion of something deep with in her. Her body melted away all tension,
curling backwards. It was something more animalistic that spoke to her. There
was a hum that rippled
Bohemian Visage: once again, he was the musician and she the insturment. He
was the muse and she embodied it. This had to be what they meant, the
trainers, speaking of such desires. Perhaps one day Hagan would draw this
from her, to date only one
Bohemian Visage: other had found a pace that set her aflame, and one day
perhaps she would dance with fire as he promised. Lifting her eyes up to look
upon him, the glassy apperance gave away her very essence, exposing her and
leaving her raw. It
Bohemian Visage: was then that he leaned in, feeling his breath upon her
flesh, the touch of his lips there to the erratic pulse of erotic pace. A
needful sound rode the gale of her breath rushing past tongue and teeth.
Righting her head once more,
Bohemian Visage: watchful eyes followed the lines of him, all of them, to
the small cups he now gestured to. In truth she felt the need to be drowned
in water. Stretching out her hand she found the small glass and picked it up.
Looking to him once
Bohemian Visage: more, a cant of her head, she waited. The fragrance of the
drink assalted her senses and now she craved it. A hidden lush.-d
Saif of Kashani: *He took his shot of the drink, downing it quickly, then
his eyes locked on hers.* Open your mouth. *He took the other glass up taking
the drink in his hand he tilted it against his lips. Letting it flow into his
mouth, then he
Saif of Kashani: leaned forward. As she was kajira he knew she would do as
he said, his hand once more found her hand, holding her by it as his lips
found hers. Kissing her roughly, his lips parting then to let the sweet
liquar flow over his lips
Saif of Kashani: and into her waiting mouth. Once done he let them linger
there, enjoying the taste of her lips.*
Saif of Kashani: d
Bohemian Visage: With his hand in her hair once more, her lips were as he
commanded them, open, yet they were not what some would call yeilding, that
came to a hault the moment she felt the warmth of anothers upon them.
Reaching out to touch his
Bohemian Visage: chest, it was a habit she was unable to break, to feel the
beating heart of another when they were so near. Soon the brusing kiss
brought forth a thick sound of pleasure then the warmth of the liquor filled
her mouth. She swallowed
Bohemian Visage: without question. The flutter of her eyes echoed the rapid
race of her heart. Fingers curled into his tunic. Rising up in her kneel to
further offer herself to him. The sound of the music in the distance was
pulling her, a need to
Bohemian Visage: free what was so trapped and concealed inside of her.
Pressing her lips up against his in return. Breathing in the scent of him,
the liquor, of the air that stirred around them. The Lily was more than
anyone could have guessed thus
Bohemian Visage: far. And if he had commanded her before the dance, doubtful
she would have complied without questioning, she was defiant by nature, it
was what amused the Slavers that hid her orgin of blood, and passed her off
as a bred slave.-d
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