Goddesses of Dance

[Cam'nepas]

Cam'nepas found herself upon the dance floors of Nar Shaddaa, a phrase that generally would be filled with enthusiasm and gusto if it was free of choice. A slave though isn't bestowed such luxuries and dreams to dance on the palace steps and ball rooms. Instead she was dropped with a collar into a shady backwater club named, The Rowdy Rancor. It's name being no coincidence as the twi'lek had been tossed about from client to client and had bruises up and down her arm and legs. She still had one more call though which was upon the pole, she was well trained and experienced at dancing solo or with a companion it appeared that tonight a special two for one encore was in order. Quickly the twi'lek wiped away her tears back stage and began to pull on longer stocking and finger-less gloves to help hide the abuses she had suffered from the night.

The white skin glistened as the strobe lights flashed upon the stage indicated with the announcer that the first of the two dancers were to step out. She didn't have the luxury of choosing her clubs. Thus was well known and would be first to enter the stage. A faint whimper and glove ran over her eyes before she stepped out wearing a fake smile, the crowd whooped and begged for her to strip down more which would never happen so long as her owner was in charge. No one was allowed to see her body or touch it without paying properly.

The announcer introducing her as the Hutt's Slave, as she wasn't allowed to have a name beyond slave girl for now. Stepping out into the light her legs had thigh high stocking and black embroidered gloves that would cover up the bruises. The rest of her skin glistened though as she began to slide across the floor like a skater now twirling, her lekku whipping about till she was hanging upside down partially in front of the crowd only letting one leg support her entire weight as it was wrapped about the metal pole. The announcer would continue to invite the guest dancer.

 

[Dancer]

Those eyes. They stared back at her but she did not know them. There was no one else in this galaxy with this color and iris. But the expression --it was one she had forgotten she had. The masked man Ryn and her sweet scarlet had helped her find how to forget it, she was glad they were here at the show. They had been so kind to her, helping her learn to be free. But now --now on the planet where so many horrible things had been done to her it was almost like they had never happened. But it was money. And it was all she knew how to do. She couldn't fight it. It was nature it seemed for her to be the slave on the stage, subject to what the wild bad people wanted.

It was time. She rose from her seat, the blue rhinestone tassles dangled from her white bikini top that hugged her copious upper body scantily. Silver ones matching her eyeshaddow hung from her tight shorts. They swayed with each move as the lady made her way to the stage, her red stilletto heels clacked on the floor. In the wings she closed her eyes and heard the chorous of cheers. It was too much and she felt herself warp back into the slave mindset. The need to please. The need to make the world satisfied or suffer the consequences.
She stepped out on the stage, her hips swaying and tassels sparkling to the beat of the music. She countered the dancer on the pole upstage by moving to the edge. Her hair whipped in a crimson cascade. She followed it with a spinning kick on her heel. Giving the roaring crowd an ample view of her rear she began to twerk it as she allowed herself to gauge her fellow dancer. She was skilled, a twe'lik who's light colored skin was accentuated by the lasers and strobe lights that reflected off of them. And a slave, by the familiar look in her eyes. One Mystique knew all too well. But that made no difference, she was here to dance and make money--to survive.

Rising to her full height she began stalking towards her new co-worker, her body swaying sensually.

[member="Ryn'Dhal"]
[member="Scarlet Ghost"]
[member="Cam'nepas"]

 

[Ryn'Dhal]

Ryn stalked the shadows. The patrons were weak-willed. It was easy to keep their gaze directed away from his direction. He didn't exist in the darkness of the club. He watched [member=Mystique], and the twi'lek dancer ([member="Cam'nepas"]), with pain in his eyes. That she had to come back here, for any amount of money, pained him. He knew he didn't have enough to offer her to enable her to live the life she deserved, or else he'd gladly have done so, to keep her out of this hell.

Nar Shaddaa.... If Ryn was lucky, they'd be off this piece of poodoo before any of these drunkards sobered up the next day. Anger stirred in his heart. So close to where he was born. So close to where he lay bleeding, close to death. Had he come here alone, and not to support and protect his dear friend, he'd likely be out stalking the slums, hunting for the grounds he left nearly a decade earlier, seeking a vengeance that would send him swiftly down the path towards the Dark Side of the Force.

Even now, potential justifications were flitting about the back of his mind, as he carefully watched every patron in his field of view. The first one to lay a hand on Mystique would likely to be the first to find themselves intimately affiliated with the surface of the table they sat at.

 

[Tanith Alde]

@Mystique @Cam'nepas

Ghost watched the entire show with a mix of interest and disgust. She loved seeing her dance, she was possibly the best she had ever seen, but at the same time she hated witnessing the change that took her over. She didn't dance for fun or for the enjoyment of those she cared about, she danced to live, to survive, though Ghost did have to admit, it was a sentiment she was far more than familliar with.

Ghost sat back in her booth, and sighed softly, closing her eyes, reaching out with the force she laced comforting thoughts over to Mystique as best she could, before opening her eyes and looking about the room, if there were any trouble makers she could get rid of ahead of time

 

[Cam'nepas]

The twi'lek's life to this point was simple, dance or suffer the consequences she found that out at an early age even so she was still a fledgling in most of the employers eyes. A pretty face and slender body that followed along in her species kind and wore her long tasseled garment that they called clothing. It was more of a scarf then anything the way it wrapped around her body, one portion around her chest then back behind her back and and again up between her legs and around the other side of her back. She slowly slid her leg up as it was wrapped about the right sid of the pole she now twirled over before pressing her toes off against the ground now taking a ballerina like grace till. Her movements and foot work each slipping in front of one another till she now looked at the scarlet haired maiden before her. Unlike the slaves who were forced to dance she saw beauty through her smile, of a world that was long since wanting to be seen by the twi'lek. She winced and remembered her place in society, no one cared about her she was merely another droid essentially designed to entertain and nothing else.

As her co-worker stalked forward she decided that it was time to figure out how she wanted to play it. Her legs did a shuffle backwards as if preparing for a new type of dance. This one appearing to be where Mystique took the lead and she herself falling in line. A simple attitude to take in a play and who didn't enjoy the depiction of a fiery red head attempting to steal away a twi'lek for her own passionate reason. As she approached still she shuffled again, her back up again the pole and a leg extending out above the heads of the crowd. Slowly descending down till it was before it was now perched upon a Rodian's shoulder who was already panting with anticipation. After a brief rest there it snapped straight across his cheek with ease not delivering more than the brush of air passed his cheek. The sensation still caused him to flinch and pass out as he was weak of heart and quite intoxicated.

Her eyes now were fixated on her partner in this dancer, a rather concerned gaze having now taken hold hoping that she would slip in the same routine she was thinking. Otherwise she would have embarrassed herself with all these simple flourishes. Both hands slither up behind body till she grabbed the pole firmly waiting for her move.

[member="Scarlet Ghost"]
[member="Ryn'Dhal"]
[member="Mystique"]

 

[Dancer]

Mystique saw the dancer flourish in her dismount. As she came in close she realized she recognized this girl. She was a slave, Mystique had danced alongside her but under a different stage name. Her slave name; Vermilion. It made the dancer almost miss a beat. In an instant the last of her barriers was broken.

Mystique the free woman was gone. Vermilion the slave was back.

She let her fingers trail a line along the dancer's legs, then up her body to her shoulders, stalking a circle the whole way. Behind Cam, Mustique whipped her hair to the left, the back to the right in a wild fervor. The crowd followed in suit with their approval. Shooting one stilettoed foot up into the air, Mystique let herself fall back slightly before rising sensually, letting the move accentuate her every curve. When she was on her feet, the dancer let her body roll along the others, eliciting roars of approval from the crowd.

She tried not to look at them when she danced, but eventually she had to. She had to in a blown kiss or a sensual maneuver. This time she looked across the crowd and the light off Ryn's mask caught her eye. It reflected and brought the memories flooding back. The kind Masked Man. The gentle and sweet feline.

She took a faltering step back and her eyes caught Scarlet. Her Scarlet. The woman who had taken care of her from day one. The woman who had let her move in when she was evicted so she would be safe. The woman who she had nursed back to health and the one who forever was kind. And good. Her gentle killer. Her lover.

She took a second step back, her narrow heel falter and the dancer fell back with a cry. What had she done? The crowd began to roar in a loud boo. Her cycan eyes widened with terror. The monsters, they were coming for her. The monsters were coming back. She let out a sharp cry of terror that was lost in the roar of the crowd.

[member="Cam'nepas"]
[member="Scarlet Ghost"]
[member="Ryn'Dhal"]

 

[Tanith Alde]

Scarlet closed her eyes as she fell. A simple spell would be called for, the witches' take on battle meditation. She reached out to the room through the force, reassuring everyone, the crowd, and the dancers. Eventually both would be subdued and calmed, and slightly confused over what had occured. Ghost opened her eyes and sent [member="Mystique "]a single wink of reassurance

She hated these parts, when she got closer to the many patrons, had to watch as they touched and fondled something they could not comprehend. They cared nothing for the woman behind the name, that amasing woman she had had the luck to get to call her friend and her lover. Truly she had been blessed

A shiv of jealousy, or perhaps anger, twisted through her as she thought of the crowds, and of her dancer entertaining them. She knew she had no rights to such jealousy, Mystique did it because it was who she was, what she was good at, and what she wanted to

@Mystique
[member="Cam'nepas"]
[member="Cam'nepas"]

 

[Ryn'Dhal]

Ryn tensed, preparing to spring into action, but refrained, knowing that any intervention to her fall would 'harm' her performance even further. No, he just had to be sure to be available should anyone get too.... 'grabby'.... He didn't like this. He didn't like that she felt she had to do this. She deserved better.... Especially better than being on this hell-hole of an excuse of a planet. Anger rolled off the padawan in waves as he sat in his corner. No, no anger at [member=Mystique], nor at her dancing partner. But for this world, and ever last criminal that called it home. The slavers, the slave owners, the slave drivers. Just about everyone who had a hand in the slave market.

Beneath his cloak, gloved fingers slid along the hilts of his sabers, before giving a slight shake of his head, dispelling a large portion of his immediate anger. It doesn't benefit anyone, least of all Myst, if you lash out at these.... these bastards.... the padawan thought to himself, bitterness saturating his inner-monologue.

His attention remained on his scarlet haired friend. How desperately he wanted a better life than this for her. How desperately she deserved it.


[member="Scarlet Ghost"] | [member="Cam'nepas"]

 

[Cam'nepas]

The twi'lek watched in shock as she noticed the red haired woman now faltered failing to catch herself while they were suppose to be dancing. Cam'nepas then looked back toward the audience who were always rather harsh when the performers slipped up even once which only made her more nervous if they spread rumors about poor dancing in this club. That would surely reflect poorly upon her and possibly her owners as she now was nervously attempting to keep her cool and continue on her dance. She then watched her partner's eyes as she now slid over beside her a hand gently rubbing over her hip and back as she began to whisper a bit concerned into her ear.

"Are you ok that looked rather painful?" She swooped away with another graceful twirl before now clasping the red haired girls back and tried to reassure her everything would be fine. "I don't really know what you have been going through all this time but I'm sure you will get through this would you just like to follow my lead?"
[member="Ryn'Dhal"]
[member="Scarlet Ghost"]