Smoke slithered from pipes long forgotten and settled upon the wooden tabletops. Candle-light splashed shadows across the walls as their sinful dance toyed with the eyes. Music filled the incense filled ambient; the aroma of exotic oils gave this den a most sketchy feel, one she found herself rather enjoyment. Soft murmurs melted in the space she shared with various men and women of all shapes and sizes. Each one was here to see the entertainment of the evening, that of the most succulent flesh.
A variety of dancers would be on display, mostly Miqo'te, that were quite skilled at enticing those present. The harps and flutes played to announce the woman to charm the senses, one with bells adorning her lithe ankles, with sheers scarfs hanging off the swell of their rounded hips. Her pale skin was embellished in jewelry that chimed when she moved across the stage and swayed provocatively to draw the gaze to the curvature of her frame.
Among the shadows, where the flames of candles dared not to reach, Rivienne sat. She was in elegant garb meant for an evening of dinner and perhaps dancing. But, she found herself doing neither. Scarlet was taut against her frame, hugging her features down to her ankles, though a slit allowed a leg to be seen, halting her thigh. Gold spilled around her bare shoulders, brushing at her warm skin and framing her features. Gloved fingers held the stem of the wine glass, rotating it languidly as her gaze penetrated the dark and focused on the display of flesh on stage. The woman was graceful, gliding easily on the floor with ease. Her body bends like a leaf in the wind, beautifully arched so that one could see the muscles stretch.
Her predatory gaze softened when the dance came to an end with a bow while the young lady took a hold of her tail and wrapped it around her waist. The audience voiced how pleased they were, whispering the woman's name in excitement, asking for her again to make a re-appearance. Rivienne, noticed the reaction and knew well she had found her target for the evening. This dancer was not going to make a re-appearance for them this evening.
The wine glass was settled down the moment a server came into view. Rivienne's hand extended out and fell to his abdomen to halt him immediately. A light gasp escaped his lips as the startled man nearly dropped his serving tray. His eyes searched for the Elezen's face and, when she met his gaze, he smiled. She was gentle in expression; a warmth radiates from her own smile, which is reflected also in her eyes.
"I wish for an audience, with her, in private, may I arrange such?" Silken words spilled from crimson-glossed lips as lashes lowered to suggest particular interest. He looked around and to the stage before bending at the waist and whispering to her. Rivienne, who only carried what she needed, sought her coin purse at her lap and brushed her lips to the hyur's ear, causing him to feel the rush of heat meet his cheeks, which dimmed only by the sound of gil falling into his coat's pocket.
A variety of dancers would be on display, mostly Miqo'te, that were quite skilled at enticing those present. The harps and flutes played to announce the woman to charm the senses, one with bells adorning her lithe ankles, with sheers scarfs hanging off the swell of their rounded hips. Her pale skin was embellished in jewelry that chimed when she moved across the stage and swayed provocatively to draw the gaze to the curvature of her frame.
Among the shadows, where the flames of candles dared not to reach, Rivienne sat. She was in elegant garb meant for an evening of dinner and perhaps dancing. But, she found herself doing neither. Scarlet was taut against her frame, hugging her features down to her ankles, though a slit allowed a leg to be seen, halting her thigh. Gold spilled around her bare shoulders, brushing at her warm skin and framing her features. Gloved fingers held the stem of the wine glass, rotating it languidly as her gaze penetrated the dark and focused on the display of flesh on stage. The woman was graceful, gliding easily on the floor with ease. Her body bends like a leaf in the wind, beautifully arched so that one could see the muscles stretch.
Her predatory gaze softened when the dance came to an end with a bow while the young lady took a hold of her tail and wrapped it around her waist. The audience voiced how pleased they were, whispering the woman's name in excitement, asking for her again to make a re-appearance. Rivienne, noticed the reaction and knew well she had found her target for the evening. This dancer was not going to make a re-appearance for them this evening.
The wine glass was settled down the moment a server came into view. Rivienne's hand extended out and fell to his abdomen to halt him immediately. A light gasp escaped his lips as the startled man nearly dropped his serving tray. His eyes searched for the Elezen's face and, when she met his gaze, he smiled. She was gentle in expression; a warmth radiates from her own smile, which is reflected also in her eyes.
"I wish for an audience, with her, in private, may I arrange such?" Silken words spilled from crimson-glossed lips as lashes lowered to suggest particular interest. He looked around and to the stage before bending at the waist and whispering to her. Rivienne, who only carried what she needed, sought her coin purse at her lap and brushed her lips to the hyur's ear, causing him to feel the rush of heat meet his cheeks, which dimmed only by the sound of gil falling into his coat's pocket.
