*the bond-maiden steps forward as she hears she will be permitted to dance from the Owner of the Red Silk Tavern…she pauses for a moment and tosses the horn she caught towards another slave…then she grins and lets the shiver pass as she feels the eyes upon her…relishing in the pure pleasure of even that feeling… the pink tip of her tongue snakes out and she winks at a Free Man on her left…then she begins her steps forward…her stride held short by the long kirtle she wears…light grey wool a lovely contrast to the golden flesh of a sun-kissed bond…the proof of the summer still lingers….*
*ebediyet continues forth…one of her small hands lifts and she signals the musicians…to begin…she cares not what they play…just that she will dance…then her hand lowers and a lovely finger traces flirtatiously along the edge of the tables…her hips now rocking with the sensuous sound of the double flute…a lovely motion that mimics that of the Thassa…her long sun kissed hair loose around her…swirling and caressing each time she turns her head to take in the masculine forms of the Men she passes…her searches the crowd for her Jarl with no avail…each of these Men causing her to blush and grin…thrilled…on her way within the formation of tables…finally she is at the last table…her toes right at the edge of the sand pit that so many have danced in before her…*
*she grins and turns decisively…steps upon the bench…her bare foot pressing to the wood and she uses it as a step to push her upwards… brazenly standing upon the tabletop…her bright eyes sparkle…a bold grin across her face as she begins moving with the music once again…her hands sassily upon her hips and her steps light… she is obviously an elegant beast…but each time the tabor drum cries out…a bare foot of the bond stomps upon the smooth wood of the table causing the horns and tankards to rattle loudly… adding to the boisterous sounds of the Tavern…her hands slither excitedly…caressing concealed curves of the dancing bond-maiden.. the atmosphere of the Tavern intoxicated…*
*her breasts straining against the deep plunging garment as the festivities intoxicate her the same…so she pushes the top of her kirtle off her sleek shoulders…freeing the swell of her breasts as she turns and comes to a swirling halt before a Free Man…her eyes daring to peer into his…her skin flushed and glowing as she continues to keep her eyes locked there…but moves enchanting and elegant once again…she sways before him…her slender arms rise above her…willowy and graceful…her wrists come to cross submissively high over her head but then just as quickly…the sharp sound of the cymbals cries out and demands she uncross them… with a graceful turn of her hip…she is dancing further down the table…*
*soon the kaska enters the music that fills the Tavern…the swift tapping of the tight drum drives her to move faster…her small feet once again stomping upon the worn wood of the table causing the tankards and horns to rattle noisily…once again…her blue eyes bright and mischievous as her hands now push against the kirtle gathered at her narrow waist…teasingly easing it down until slithers along long legs and pools at her feet only to be left behind, discarded by the bond-maiden that dances boldly…her lovely breasts high…bouncing beautifully as she turns this way and that… displaying her charms, her soft tight flesh…and her love for the North… she dances from her heart…stomping and twirling along the tables still…the glistening beginning to cover her lovely tanned skin…her cheeks flushed with joy and laughter…*
*soon the thundering of the drums and the stomping of her feet fill the Tavern…the rowdy… joyous sounds rattling the very roof… the rise and fall of her breasts continues…faster and harder…droplets of sweat roll between that lovely cleavage as she twirls nimbly upon the tables…she winks at each Man she passes… flirtatious and confident as she dances over the horns in their holders…then she turns again, her eyes sweeping about the Tavern as she continues…letting her body naturally move with the music…her hips and breasts in perfect mirror motions…she takes the opportunity to now peer to the girls…silk slaves of the South… serving in perfect unison…but on she moves… brimming with life as she dances from edge to well worn edge of the tables…*
*her gaze moves to the Free Men…again…the North and South combine for the joyous evening…her eyes sparkling as she peers to them…she smiles to each…yet the nude girl moves mindless of their sensitivities…she dances for the Men…her own gaze sweeps once again to the crowd looking for her Jarl amongst them he told her he was making a home in Port Kar…but he had been gone to long…*
*letting her bright eyes speak to each of Free Men…telling of her fire…of her love for the strong Free Man…she dances wilder…twisting and turning upon her nimble stomping feet…a perfect balance of sensuality and strength are shown as she turns and stomps…rattling the tankards again…forcing them to dance and play along with her and the musicians…*
*finally the dancing slave is at the end of the tables…she considers turning and moving back to happily dance and display before the Men once again…after all…she is slave and thrives under the eyes of Strong Men…but as she spins upon her pointed toes the music builds…a roaring sound of drums and cymbals…kaskas and tabors… an occasional rise of the flutes all combining to fill the Tavern with its sound…threatening to take the roof right off the Owners Tavern…the climax comes explosively…tossing the bold bond-maiden helplessly to her knees there at the edge…her hands upon the wood…her knees balancing the naked slave by a hair's breadth on the edge of the table…wild eyes lifted as she gazes down the long tables…wild flashes of fire remain in her eyes even as she kneels conquered there…*
*once the trembling girl regains her balance…she rises up to a lovely kneel and tosses her head… long hair cascading down her back like rippling water…but she only kneels there for a moment… the fire still in her eyes and the heaving still upon her chest…then she slithers backwards…a lovely feminine motion that causes the girl to gracefully drop to her feet upon the Tavern floor…the music now a melody that only replays in the mind…having silenced with the end of her dance…although…as she moves to the firepit to fetch a pitcher of mead for service…the graceful movement of her hips continues, alluring and confident…she winks to the girls as she boldly moves…as is the way of a bond…*
*ebediyet continues forth…one of her small hands lifts and she signals the musicians…to begin…she cares not what they play…just that she will dance…then her hand lowers and a lovely finger traces flirtatiously along the edge of the tables…her hips now rocking with the sensuous sound of the double flute…a lovely motion that mimics that of the Thassa…her long sun kissed hair loose around her…swirling and caressing each time she turns her head to take in the masculine forms of the Men she passes…her searches the crowd for her Jarl with no avail…each of these Men causing her to blush and grin…thrilled…on her way within the formation of tables…finally she is at the last table…her toes right at the edge of the sand pit that so many have danced in before her…*
*she grins and turns decisively…steps upon the bench…her bare foot pressing to the wood and she uses it as a step to push her upwards… brazenly standing upon the tabletop…her bright eyes sparkle…a bold grin across her face as she begins moving with the music once again…her hands sassily upon her hips and her steps light… she is obviously an elegant beast…but each time the tabor drum cries out…a bare foot of the bond stomps upon the smooth wood of the table causing the horns and tankards to rattle loudly… adding to the boisterous sounds of the Tavern…her hands slither excitedly…caressing concealed curves of the dancing bond-maiden.. the atmosphere of the Tavern intoxicated…*
*her breasts straining against the deep plunging garment as the festivities intoxicate her the same…so she pushes the top of her kirtle off her sleek shoulders…freeing the swell of her breasts as she turns and comes to a swirling halt before a Free Man…her eyes daring to peer into his…her skin flushed and glowing as she continues to keep her eyes locked there…but moves enchanting and elegant once again…she sways before him…her slender arms rise above her…willowy and graceful…her wrists come to cross submissively high over her head but then just as quickly…the sharp sound of the cymbals cries out and demands she uncross them… with a graceful turn of her hip…she is dancing further down the table…*
*soon the kaska enters the music that fills the Tavern…the swift tapping of the tight drum drives her to move faster…her small feet once again stomping upon the worn wood of the table causing the tankards and horns to rattle noisily…once again…her blue eyes bright and mischievous as her hands now push against the kirtle gathered at her narrow waist…teasingly easing it down until slithers along long legs and pools at her feet only to be left behind, discarded by the bond-maiden that dances boldly…her lovely breasts high…bouncing beautifully as she turns this way and that… displaying her charms, her soft tight flesh…and her love for the North… she dances from her heart…stomping and twirling along the tables still…the glistening beginning to cover her lovely tanned skin…her cheeks flushed with joy and laughter…*
*soon the thundering of the drums and the stomping of her feet fill the Tavern…the rowdy… joyous sounds rattling the very roof… the rise and fall of her breasts continues…faster and harder…droplets of sweat roll between that lovely cleavage as she twirls nimbly upon the tables…she winks at each Man she passes… flirtatious and confident as she dances over the horns in their holders…then she turns again, her eyes sweeping about the Tavern as she continues…letting her body naturally move with the music…her hips and breasts in perfect mirror motions…she takes the opportunity to now peer to the girls…silk slaves of the South… serving in perfect unison…but on she moves… brimming with life as she dances from edge to well worn edge of the tables…*
*her gaze moves to the Free Men…again…the North and South combine for the joyous evening…her eyes sparkling as she peers to them…she smiles to each…yet the nude girl moves mindless of their sensitivities…she dances for the Men…her own gaze sweeps once again to the crowd looking for her Jarl amongst them he told her he was making a home in Port Kar…but he had been gone to long…*
*letting her bright eyes speak to each of Free Men…telling of her fire…of her love for the strong Free Man…she dances wilder…twisting and turning upon her nimble stomping feet…a perfect balance of sensuality and strength are shown as she turns and stomps…rattling the tankards again…forcing them to dance and play along with her and the musicians…*
*finally the dancing slave is at the end of the tables…she considers turning and moving back to happily dance and display before the Men once again…after all…she is slave and thrives under the eyes of Strong Men…but as she spins upon her pointed toes the music builds…a roaring sound of drums and cymbals…kaskas and tabors… an occasional rise of the flutes all combining to fill the Tavern with its sound…threatening to take the roof right off the Owners Tavern…the climax comes explosively…tossing the bold bond-maiden helplessly to her knees there at the edge…her hands upon the wood…her knees balancing the naked slave by a hair's breadth on the edge of the table…wild eyes lifted as she gazes down the long tables…wild flashes of fire remain in her eyes even as she kneels conquered there…*
*once the trembling girl regains her balance…she rises up to a lovely kneel and tosses her head… long hair cascading down her back like rippling water…but she only kneels there for a moment… the fire still in her eyes and the heaving still upon her chest…then she slithers backwards…a lovely feminine motion that causes the girl to gracefully drop to her feet upon the Tavern floor…the music now a melody that only replays in the mind…having silenced with the end of her dance…although…as she moves to the firepit to fetch a pitcher of mead for service…the graceful movement of her hips continues, alluring and confident…she winks to the girls as she boldly moves…as is the way of a bond…*