by Almondus on Thu Oct 31, 2013 7:31 am
Lily would feel the weight of the man's gaze upon her sensual form as she slipped up the stairs to change. The man moved next to the stage, left with his thoughts on just how talented the young fae would be. He didn't have to long. In only a few minutes the vivacious woman was gracefully stepping down the creaking stairs of the inn. Bar feet feeling the grit of the worn floor boards beneath her as she made her way up to the stage.
She'd find that the conversations about the room would all slowly fade away as all eyes turned towards her. Alren had pulled up a chair to the edge of it. A part of him was rather impressed at how she'd just set herself to task. No shyness, no fidgeting, she'd come here to entertain and it was clear that she knew how to catch a man's eye. Alren's appraising gaze rose up her thighs, his lower vantage place giving him a tempting angle to look up towards where her toned legs disappeared past triangle shaped skirt.
As Lily took hold of the pole, he found himself curious to know more about her. Not just help her become more connected in Nanth, but perhaps bring her home to meet his slaves. The man idly wondering what they'd make of the 'cuffs' about her wrists. She climbed the slave pole, spinning her body slowly as she slid down, legs crooked to show off the creamy skin of exposed thigh. More then a few wolf whistles could be heard now from the crowd, yet Alren remained silent, only adjusting himself in his seat to make room for the thickness she was awakening in him.
Should the fae look down from her spot on stage, she'd notice that bulge, that hidden length of cockflesh defining itself against the inseam of his pants. He'd watch, but if any others In the room tried to stop her, tried to claim her for himself the man would allow his power to flex about him, filling the air as a warning to them that she was his before those predatory eyes would once again settle upon the entrancing sight of her body in motion.