| The soft sound of that haunting voice, singing in latin, it was hard to miss. Then the sound of heady music, well, it would draw a few eyes. To follow that voice and those drums, one had to follow a certain path, but the sight at the end of that path, was that of a dark skinned beauty, eyes the color of a cloudless sky, with full, black lashes. Her black hair was streaked with red, as though blood had poured down her thick wavy hair. Intricate blue designs were all over what skin could be seen, wode, used to induce the battle fever, or other heavy emotions. The soft sound of bells could barely be heard over the drums, she had silver bells at wrists and ankles, golden bells around her throat and ankles, gold armbands around her slender arms. She was beautiful, there was no denying it, and that song ended suddenly, with her kneeling, arms stretched out as she sat on her heels, sky blue eyes watching, waiting for the next request. Now one could get a good look at the skins on her form, all different sorts made up that tight shirt that hugged her form, lined with different animal teeth, and to cover her lower half was green died skins, slit to her hips, showing her legs, and letting her dance. "What do you wish of me m'lord?" Her voice deep and subservient, in a way. To her left, and out of the way, was that man, different animal teeth strung around his neck and wrists, and deep grey eyes kept a watch on his companion, they served each other, and always would. Then he was back to setting off those drums, magically other instruments joined as the woman started dancing again |