Dancer - A Swell of Passion

The room was darkened, with only a few torched burning on the side walls. Huge columns framed the room, and held more torches, however they were unlit. Then the grand doors at one end of the long room opened, glittering with gilt, and a swell of servants rushed in, flames in hand, and they lit all the torches, and then the huge fire pit at the end of the room. Once their job was done, they quickly scurried to the remaining shadows, and knelt down. They were quiet, and ready for service, waiting for their Sire to enter the room through the same grand doors. A rush of minor dignitaries entered first, in a ritual precession, followed by the nobleman himself. He nodded to those who had already found seats, and sat himself in the grand chair in the center of the end of the room. They sat in their own seats, and looked at him with a vague sense of awe, and respect. Then he raised his hand, and one of the servants that was crouched beside a large bell, raised slightly, and gave it a few quick knocks, to ring the low chime. With that, a stream of servants flooded in, carrying dishes of fruits, decanters of sweet wines, and goblets emblazoned with gemstones to quickly fill and distribute to those who found their appetites in need. Slowly, six musicians filled the room, standing around the pillars closest to the huge fire place. As they slowly brought their bows to meet strings, cool metal to hover just below lips, and fingertips to taunt strings pulled tight between arched wood, another entered. Bathed in a soft glow of torch light, her diaphanous silks shimmered in the light, pouring around her body like a waterfall. Three layers of blue silks fluttered about her thighs like anxious butterflies, each a slightly different shade. The longest one was azure, and she wore it closest to her body. The next, the colour of a calm summer sky, and the top layer, which was hemmed the shortest was the palest blue of glacier ice. She slowly padded to her Sire’s chair, and lowered her lithe body to her knees, then sitting upon her bare heels. She bowed her head, a mass of raven colored hair tumbling before her, as she bent at the waist, till her forehead just hovered above the stones. Her small hands reached out, spread beside her, each digit fitting into grooves in the stones, and holding her as still as a fragile statue. The music started playing, a low soothing hum at first, then building into it's own mur. The woman lifted her head, and closed her eyes. She could hear the music with more than just her ears, she could feel the rhythm, the beat, the melody in her bones. The tune flowed through her body like blood in her veins, and with each cell it touched, it ignited a new fire in her body. She slowly rose from her crouched position near the chair and lifted her chin nobly. Her wide eyes opened, startlingly bright blue framed by lush thick dark lashes, that fluttered as her heart began to beat. She could feel her heart raise, and beat in her throat, the pound in her chest stirring her body to move. The music rose, and she took a deep breath. The man sitting in the chair stood, faced her, and reached his large, warm hand, and took hers, raising her up, and pulling her into the center of the room. She motioned to raise her arms to encircle him, and he backed away. A note of confusion crossed her face, and she looked into his eyes with questions running through her mind. He faintly smiled, and waved his hand casually. This was to be her dance, and hers alone. He backed up, towards his chair, and sat, smiling at her all the while. She stood, in the middle of the room, as the music swelled around her. She closed her eyes once more, and arched her head back, letting her long dark hair fall down her back in rich, luxuriant curls. Her lips were slightly open, and moist, as if she were about to sing her song to the music in a delightful love affair. However, she slowly raised her hands above her head, and started to move in time to the music. As the music took over her body, she lifted and swayed, spinning on long lithe limbs, twirling her hair, as her skirts twirled and filled the room. As she danced, a thin layer of moisture covered her body, making her thin garments cling to her body revealing her gracious curves. Her breath was quick, and labored, and although her muscles were straining with every movement, a delicate smile was illuminating her features. She rose her body to the ball of one small bare foot, she pushed her lithe frame into a spin, tilting her body slightly to the side, her hair flying gout in one direction, as her skirts took off in another. As the flimsy material crept higher and higher, she slowed the spin, dancing graciously to the sound of the music that slowed. Perhaps the musicians played for her dance, or maybe it was the music itself that was so much a part of her, that her body, and even the air around her frame were enraptured by it, lead by it, as if it were the partner that she did not have. Her left shoulder lifted, and then fell, followed by the right, as her hands rested upon her thighs, lightly tugging at the fabric to reveal a hint of the creamy soft flesh that resided beneath. Then as both rolled back, her small pale hands inched higher, smoothing the silks over her hips, belly, and sides in a luxurious caress. As she once more raised her arms above her head, her hips swayed gently to the melody, causing the hem of her skirts to dance and flutter about, as if playing cat and mouse with the gradual womanly curve of her body. Peering through the soft curls that had fallen into her eyes, she tossed her head back, and looked about the room, her eyes landing first upon her Sire, and then to each other noble lord and lady within the room. Her crystalline blue eyes were smoldering, vulnerable as her fragile form, twinkling in the light of the flames. As she slowly turned to look upon each within the room, her silks swayed about her body, her hands still above her head, wrists gracefully crosses, fingers moving with the music as much as her body. As each member of the court was regarded in their own right. She danced her beauty to every guest. The eyes of the men gleamed as she danced her body towards them, one by one, the music still piping through her body as the musicians played on. She had a private dance for each, and yet her movements were as much to please herself, as they were designed to be found pleasing. As the music came to a slow, and then a standstill, her body reacted alike, and she danced her way once more to the foot of her Sire, her body slowly returning to her knees before Him. As her body crumpled to the floor, her skin shone with a sheen of moisture under torchlight. She gasped for breath, the energy within her now long shed, and she drank deeply of the air surrounding her. Her shoulders lifted and fell with each breath, and now that her dance was finished she could scarcely move.