*sleen steps to the center of the dancing pit, her back resting gently against the tall wooden pole...angling her hips so one long, golden leg is stretched forward, a tiny foot pointed against the sand, she raises both slender arms above her head, resting the back of each delicate hand against the other...dark eyes close for an ihn as she takes a deep breath...the tabor begins its deep, dark beat...her hips follow suit, swaying from side to side, emphasizing each beat...her arms move slowly above her head, moving through the still air with smooth, graceful motions...*
*as the czehar begins to play, sleen presses back against the solid strength of the pole, then steps forward...hips moving more firmly from side to side...her torso undulating slowly to the movements as she turns in a deliberate circle...her pink tongue snakes out to moisten lush, ramberry red lips...dark eyes half-closed, the lids heavy...full breasts bounce gently beneath her golden silks as the slavebells sewn in the hem add a gentle shimmer of music to each motion of her body...her head leans back as her back arches, long, silky black hair streaming down to whisk against the sand by her tiny feet...*
*her arms lift high, cutting through the air as her motions quicken...she feels the beats of her slaveheart thud through her body...beginning to race with the music as the flute begins to soar in a high descant...spinning in ever faster circles, her body heats...stamping her tiny foot in the sand, her body comes to rest for an ihn, before her hips begin to shimmy in a fast, graceful movement...exulting in her dance, she feels her slaveheat rising...dark eyes widen, flashing heat as she tosses her head, throwing back the long, cloudy mane of dusky hair...*
*her silks cling to her body as she moves...panting now...her body heated both by the music and the pace of her dance...tiny hands flow down to rest against her thighs...delicate fingers clenching in the delicate silks as she slowly draws her hands up...throwing back her head, she drags her tiny palms up...over the curve of her hips...the tender indentation of her tiny waist...up to cup heaving breasts...small thumbs rubbing against hardened nipples...one hand reaches higher...to the knot of her silks...*
*her pink tongue flicks out to lick along her full lower lip as she slowly unties the knot of her silks...drawing the silks up around her body...the golden silks swirl around her...drawn between slender thighs, curving up around her slender waist...lying between full, high breasts...she draws it up and flings it into the air...the golden silk floats into the air...then falls slowly to the ground in a brilliant swirl of color and sound...naked, she dances before the Tavern...her arms rise high once more as she throws back her head and lets out a ululating scream of need...*
*falling to the ground, feeling as though she is engulfed by the flames of her slaveheat, she writhes in the sand...each separate grain seeming to stroke against her heated flesh...bellying forward, her full breasts crushed to the sand, she reaches out slender, golden arms...imploring...begging for release from this need that fills her...dark eyes flashing...panting...low, inarticulate moans pouring from her slender throat...tiny feet struggling to find purchase in the sand as she pushes forward...*
*rolling over to her back, small hands fist in the sand...pounding against it as her hips rise...wanton...shameless...she thrusts her hips high...slender thighs held wide...the petals of her slaveheat moist and glistening in the warm light of the tharlarion lamps...the lips seeming to pout...to be begging themselves to be used...taken...her hands move up to rest on either side of her head...she pushes up, her body arched...the dark, peaked nipples pointing to the ceiling...resting back on her head, maintaining the bow of her body, her small, seemingly delicate hands stroke down her chest...over the heaving mounds of her breasts...down over the smooth plateau of her belly...down to tangle in the curls at the apex of her open thighs...*
*in a smooth, swift motion, she lifts herself to her knees...spreading them wide...moaning again at the stretch of her muscles...feeling herself open and wanting...needing to feel the touch of Another...not her own...she pounds her fists on the sand in frustration...then...knowing who she is...what she is...she leans forward between her widespread thighs...crushing her breasts and belly and forehead to the sand...stretching slender, golden arms above her head, crossing her wrists...the thunder of her slaveheart filling her ears as the music comes to an end...*