A hint of a musical chuckle sounds softly from just out side the door. The usually barefoot dancer leans against the wall with one leg crossed over the the other ever so casually. She pushed off the wall and stands tapping a brown knee high-ed boot on the ground as if to adjust. She stretched raising her fingers to the sky her white cotton shirt rose slightly granting a small glance of a belly button that peek out above white cotton breeches. She has her favorite daggers in her dagger garter attached to her thigh. The laces of her shirt were casually loose. Not enough to be considered coy or flirtation with the intent of getting glances. However if one looked hard enough they would find her white small clothes barely visible.Â
Not quite ready to disturb the men by making her presence known...though knowing Mikael He had already know she was there. After all he had invited her to come by. She slowly makes her way in like a cat with cautious steps of a dancer. Slipping into the corner by Andrews shoes she takes a knee and watches.
Not quite ready to disturb the men by making her presence known...though knowing Mikael He had already know she was there. After all he had invited her to come by. She slowly makes her way in like a cat with cautious steps of a dancer. Slipping into the corner by Andrews shoes she takes a knee and watches.
