24th of Frost, 120xx
Fawn had spent the better part of three days studying. Learning. Watching the performers and patrons mingle and work and dance their verbal waltz. She had akin it to two birds flirting in the trees. One bringing gifts, the other turning cheek and performing a spectacle, making the other wonder if their gift would be accepted. But the obviousness of nature in the expansive, colorful room was only a portion of what she studied.
And now it was her turn.
She'd not found the proper clothing yet, but as Lunaria had said, it might work to play off the innocent type for now, and decided on simply pulling up her blue linen dress with set of skirt hikes, and forgoing a blouse all together. She left the top low cut, revealing an ample chest that nearly glowed in it's paleness as the lights of the cabaret hit her. And now, she stood in the back of the stage. Ready for her introduction, with nervous, fidgeting fingers.
The music started, a piano and string ensemble with a beat to the background that set the pace, her heart raced, but it was in rhythm- excited, even, as her new heels brought her to center stage. Some of the crowd had hushed while others, with a companion on their lap, simply continued their drunken flirtations. She was sort of glad for that as her lips opened and she began to sing.
Ye know,
I'm a flower yet to bloom
Ye made me bloom sunshine
Smooth motion
Chemical blue ocean
Her voice was light, soulful, innocent, as she danced from note to note and toe to toe. The lights cascaded down her body like rain as she moved in time with the music. Her hips circling, twisting, her arms traveling across her body to draw the viewers eye exactly where she wanted- just before pulling them back and leaving a tease in the air of 'what's under there?'
Why does it feel so good?
What did ye do with me?
That drowsy night
What opened my eyes was
That only one kiss
Speak up speak up speak up speak
Speak up speak up speak
Pale limbs traced her chest and fingers dipped below her skirt, never touching, but almost, the very treasure she knew they wanted. That Lunaria had hinted at, and that countless of her peers had used. It seemed to work, too, as a tall orkhan individual with a masculine blouse and long hair had been staring. More than the others, unblinkingly, at Fawn. Their seat was close enough to the stage to show a smile, no, a smirk had pulled at the corner of their lips around sharp tusks with gems inlaid on their surface. Fawn flicked a bat of her lashes at them, gliding across stage as if on clouds. She stuck a hell out, resting it on their shoulder and just as they began to reach for her she pulled away with a twirl of her skirt, flashing her rear at only them. She followed the movement with a swan like bend to her back, her arms extending to lengthen her torso and push her breasts up towards the ceiling.
Ye can make me high
Ye can make me fly
I want to be with ye
Hear ye
Have ye
Yer everything ah ah ah
Yer my wonderland
Yer my whole new world
On yer hill
Where the Stars were falling
ah ah ah
The lights of the cabaret had begun to appear as stars falling, painting her body in a mixture of light and dark that she twisted and twirled through. She made no moves to contort her body past expectation, but with each bend or pull of her skirt would leave one more viewer enticed by what they could see, and what they couldn't.
Now I am
Now I am a flower that bloomed
My petals woke up
What do I do?
It's me first time like this
Who cares about others?
Who is that talking?
Ye are my universe
Hold me would ye?
I want to hide ye inside me
My hand looks pretty when you hold it eh- eh-
When I call you my lips are beautiful eh- eh-
Yer the magic, oh
Yer the wonderland
I fell to bed
Calling ye
Stars were falling
ah ah ah
Why does it feel so good?
What did ye do with me?
That listless night
I bloom again
Oh only kiss me
As the song ended and her voice rang out over the crowd, she was quick to turn with an excited flush to her cheeks towards the orkhan guest who had clearly shown interest in her throughout the performance. They weren't clapping, but their eyes sparkled with a desire she'd seen in the others. Fawn grinned and bowed to the few of those who clapped and flitted off stage, skipping the last pace through the curtains.
Moments later she came, skipping still, to the orkhan sitting just below the stage.
"Well, I haven't seen you before. Who might you be, country flower?" They asked, patting their lap. Fawn flushed, smiling, and quickly took seat on their leg. It was laughable, the size difference really, but it was one the girl found comfortable as the orkhan wrapped a hand gently around her waist.
"Aye! I'm Fawn! Today's me first day!" Fawn grinned, looking to the stage where the next performer came out. A contortionist of sorts, the same she'd seen on her first night in town. After a welcoming nod, she turned back to the orkhan. "And what shall I call you?"
The Orkhan ran a few fingers through their longer black hair, revealing a shaved side to her hair and golden earrings in the multitudes dangling from her ears. "You may call me Malik." They said, honey colored eyes locking with the girls. "I'd heard you were... the unspoiled one here. Is this true?" Their eyes traveled over the girls frame. Petite, breakable, and... they brought their head closer, breathing in deeply.. and smelling like the sun. When they rose their head back up they found Fawn staring them straight back, with a glint in her eyes.
She'd practiced. Oh, she'd practiced. With a few of the other dancers back stage for a few days now, even.
"Aye, though I've been told I'm not allowed to let anyone take me yet. Isn't that just unfortunate?" She purred. Perhaps meeting Mino had been a blessing, using the same trill in her voice that he had when his hands had been buried in her hair.
Malik nodded, breathing in deeply to silence the aggressive desire that ran through their blood like race horses. "Isn't it just.." Their voice was hoarse, gruff, but had an underlying smoothness that enticed the girl to lean in as they both turned to watch the next performance. All the while, Fawn let a hand drape across Malik's back and begin playing with their hair. The motion pulled a satisfied groan from the ork, who proceeded to slide her own fingers up and down the humans back with a teasing linger.
"So, when it is time to deflower you, how might one come to know?" Malik brought her hand up and began stroking through Fawn's hair, her thick fingers twirling a strand and bringing it to their nose to smell the country on her. Fawn sighed back into the touch. It wasn't the same as when Milo had done it, but it was relaxing all the same and tilted her head back.
"Hmmm. I don't know, perhaps yer gonna have to come see me often to find out." She smiled, her eyes closing and lips parting as she tilted her head back into the orks touch. Malik in turn pulled the girl closer on her lap.
"So what brought you to the cabaret as an unpoiled one? Or is it simply a ploy to gather clients?"
Fawn blinked, her head turning to them with a confusion lacing her brow. "Ploy? Why would my inexperience be enticing?" She asked. "If it were me, I'd certainly prefer someone more talented than meself." Fawn sat up, twisting herself to sit with her hip and shoulder laying on the woman. Her head propped up on one hand while she studied their tusks with interest. They were smooth, and while a few gems were inset to them, still held their own shine in the light of the stage.
Malik clicked their teeth and purred a growl through licked lips. "Well then, if luck has us both in account, we may both get what we desire."
The pair continued to watch performances throughout the night. Fawn, allowing the touches given by the ork to slowly turn aggressive. Their touch had started soft, but it seemed as though the longer their time was spent together the less hold on roughness the ork had. But Fawn found herself enjoying it. The rough grabs of her hair, the firm hand upon her hip that dug fingers into her skin, it was exciting and enchanting. The ork had even ordered countless bottles of fine wine and drank most of them themselves. But far to soon had their enjoyment ended. Malik bumped her rear signaling the girl to stand, which she did promptly and tilted her head at them.
"I regret to say that should I be on my leave, Fawn. Should I stay longer I fear I will not keep my hands so soft." Malik bowed, and Fawn followed in return with her own gentle bow. "Well, I hope to see you again, Malik! Have I made you happy tonight?" She asked, pushing a ginger curl behind her ear. The ork smiled and gulped down what could have been a hand the her throat, or a passionate gesture against the wall. Holding such aggression in stirred the ork, but they did well all things considered.
"Yes. And I shall return. I expect to see you here once more, tomorrow night. Here..." Malik pulled a small sack of coins from their belt, and sat the entire pouch in Fawns outstretched hand.
When the ork had left, Fawn was found beaming. She moved around the room for the rest of the night, using the heightened excitement of her first successful to allow her to nearly prance around the room as a fun, flirty ginger with innocence pouring from her. Tips were flicked her way even from those already busy with another, while some were sending more quiet messages by asking for her name from other dancers or managers. It seemed in the cabaret, an innocent Fawn was becoming well know.
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And now it was her turn.
She'd not found the proper clothing yet, but as Lunaria had said, it might work to play off the innocent type for now, and decided on simply pulling up her blue linen dress with set of skirt hikes, and forgoing a blouse all together. She left the top low cut, revealing an ample chest that nearly glowed in it's paleness as the lights of the cabaret hit her. And now, she stood in the back of the stage. Ready for her introduction, with nervous, fidgeting fingers.
The music started, a piano and string ensemble with a beat to the background that set the pace, her heart raced, but it was in rhythm- excited, even, as her new heels brought her to center stage. Some of the crowd had hushed while others, with a companion on their lap, simply continued their drunken flirtations. She was sort of glad for that as her lips opened and she began to sing.
Ye know,
I'm a flower yet to bloom
Ye made me bloom sunshine
Smooth motion
Chemical blue ocean
Her voice was light, soulful, innocent, as she danced from note to note and toe to toe. The lights cascaded down her body like rain as she moved in time with the music. Her hips circling, twisting, her arms traveling across her body to draw the viewers eye exactly where she wanted- just before pulling them back and leaving a tease in the air of 'what's under there?'
Why does it feel so good?
What did ye do with me?
That drowsy night
What opened my eyes was
That only one kiss
Speak up speak up speak up speak
Speak up speak up speak
Pale limbs traced her chest and fingers dipped below her skirt, never touching, but almost, the very treasure she knew they wanted. That Lunaria had hinted at, and that countless of her peers had used. It seemed to work, too, as a tall orkhan individual with a masculine blouse and long hair had been staring. More than the others, unblinkingly, at Fawn. Their seat was close enough to the stage to show a smile, no, a smirk had pulled at the corner of their lips around sharp tusks with gems inlaid on their surface. Fawn flicked a bat of her lashes at them, gliding across stage as if on clouds. She stuck a hell out, resting it on their shoulder and just as they began to reach for her she pulled away with a twirl of her skirt, flashing her rear at only them. She followed the movement with a swan like bend to her back, her arms extending to lengthen her torso and push her breasts up towards the ceiling.
Ye can make me high
Ye can make me fly
I want to be with ye
Hear ye
Have ye
Yer everything ah ah ah
Yer my wonderland
Yer my whole new world
On yer hill
Where the Stars were falling
ah ah ah
The lights of the cabaret had begun to appear as stars falling, painting her body in a mixture of light and dark that she twisted and twirled through. She made no moves to contort her body past expectation, but with each bend or pull of her skirt would leave one more viewer enticed by what they could see, and what they couldn't.
Now I am
Now I am a flower that bloomed
My petals woke up
What do I do?
It's me first time like this
Who cares about others?
Who is that talking?
Ye are my universe
Hold me would ye?
I want to hide ye inside me
My hand looks pretty when you hold it eh- eh-
When I call you my lips are beautiful eh- eh-
Yer the magic, oh
Yer the wonderland
I fell to bed
Calling ye
Stars were falling
ah ah ah
Why does it feel so good?
What did ye do with me?
That listless night
I bloom again
Oh only kiss me
As the song ended and her voice rang out over the crowd, she was quick to turn with an excited flush to her cheeks towards the orkhan guest who had clearly shown interest in her throughout the performance. They weren't clapping, but their eyes sparkled with a desire she'd seen in the others. Fawn grinned and bowed to the few of those who clapped and flitted off stage, skipping the last pace through the curtains.
Moments later she came, skipping still, to the orkhan sitting just below the stage.
"Well, I haven't seen you before. Who might you be, country flower?" They asked, patting their lap. Fawn flushed, smiling, and quickly took seat on their leg. It was laughable, the size difference really, but it was one the girl found comfortable as the orkhan wrapped a hand gently around her waist.
"Aye! I'm Fawn! Today's me first day!" Fawn grinned, looking to the stage where the next performer came out. A contortionist of sorts, the same she'd seen on her first night in town. After a welcoming nod, she turned back to the orkhan. "And what shall I call you?"
The Orkhan ran a few fingers through their longer black hair, revealing a shaved side to her hair and golden earrings in the multitudes dangling from her ears. "You may call me Malik." They said, honey colored eyes locking with the girls. "I'd heard you were... the unspoiled one here. Is this true?" Their eyes traveled over the girls frame. Petite, breakable, and... they brought their head closer, breathing in deeply.. and smelling like the sun. When they rose their head back up they found Fawn staring them straight back, with a glint in her eyes.
She'd practiced. Oh, she'd practiced. With a few of the other dancers back stage for a few days now, even.
"Aye, though I've been told I'm not allowed to let anyone take me yet. Isn't that just unfortunate?" She purred. Perhaps meeting Mino had been a blessing, using the same trill in her voice that he had when his hands had been buried in her hair.
Malik nodded, breathing in deeply to silence the aggressive desire that ran through their blood like race horses. "Isn't it just.." Their voice was hoarse, gruff, but had an underlying smoothness that enticed the girl to lean in as they both turned to watch the next performance. All the while, Fawn let a hand drape across Malik's back and begin playing with their hair. The motion pulled a satisfied groan from the ork, who proceeded to slide her own fingers up and down the humans back with a teasing linger.
"So, when it is time to deflower you, how might one come to know?" Malik brought her hand up and began stroking through Fawn's hair, her thick fingers twirling a strand and bringing it to their nose to smell the country on her. Fawn sighed back into the touch. It wasn't the same as when Milo had done it, but it was relaxing all the same and tilted her head back.
"Hmmm. I don't know, perhaps yer gonna have to come see me often to find out." She smiled, her eyes closing and lips parting as she tilted her head back into the orks touch. Malik in turn pulled the girl closer on her lap.
"So what brought you to the cabaret as an unpoiled one? Or is it simply a ploy to gather clients?"
Fawn blinked, her head turning to them with a confusion lacing her brow. "Ploy? Why would my inexperience be enticing?" She asked. "If it were me, I'd certainly prefer someone more talented than meself." Fawn sat up, twisting herself to sit with her hip and shoulder laying on the woman. Her head propped up on one hand while she studied their tusks with interest. They were smooth, and while a few gems were inset to them, still held their own shine in the light of the stage.
Malik clicked their teeth and purred a growl through licked lips. "Well then, if luck has us both in account, we may both get what we desire."
The pair continued to watch performances throughout the night. Fawn, allowing the touches given by the ork to slowly turn aggressive. Their touch had started soft, but it seemed as though the longer their time was spent together the less hold on roughness the ork had. But Fawn found herself enjoying it. The rough grabs of her hair, the firm hand upon her hip that dug fingers into her skin, it was exciting and enchanting. The ork had even ordered countless bottles of fine wine and drank most of them themselves. But far to soon had their enjoyment ended. Malik bumped her rear signaling the girl to stand, which she did promptly and tilted her head at them.
"I regret to say that should I be on my leave, Fawn. Should I stay longer I fear I will not keep my hands so soft." Malik bowed, and Fawn followed in return with her own gentle bow. "Well, I hope to see you again, Malik! Have I made you happy tonight?" She asked, pushing a ginger curl behind her ear. The ork smiled and gulped down what could have been a hand the her throat, or a passionate gesture against the wall. Holding such aggression in stirred the ork, but they did well all things considered.
"Yes. And I shall return. I expect to see you here once more, tomorrow night. Here..." Malik pulled a small sack of coins from their belt, and sat the entire pouch in Fawns outstretched hand.
When the ork had left, Fawn was found beaming. She moved around the room for the rest of the night, using the heightened excitement of her first successful to allow her to nearly prance around the room as a fun, flirty ginger with innocence pouring from her. Tips were flicked her way even from those already busy with another, while some were sending more quiet messages by asking for her name from other dancers or managers. It seemed in the cabaret, an innocent Fawn was becoming well know.
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