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The Dance of the Earth Girl

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With the lights set low, candles burning and filling the room with the warm scent of vanilla and cinnamon, the mood is almost perfectly set in the cozy little room. A long, low table is set in the middle of the room, a few pillows meant to be sat on surrounding the one long side, facing towards a wider open area cleared of any furniture or knickknacks. Burning gently on the table sets a wide, low candle, orange in colour, placed gracefully upon a rich brown plate, all set atop a square of folded linen of the most pristine white, the contrast between the other darker colours there striking. This particular candle, set in a place of honour, gives off a very different scent then the others, almost like a trademark, the signature fruit of the harvest clearly desired as the dominant scent in the room. Soft music wafts through the air as heavily as the perfume from the candles, a simple melody kept low and pleasing to the ears. For now, the room is empty, but very obviously is set in expectance of guests, in expectance of Him.

Once He is seated and comfortable, a long, sheer curtain to the left side of the room flutters, and from behind it emerges His slave. From head to toe she is certainly radiant; He can see immediately that she has added much longer extensions to her normally short hair, wanting to give Him the full effect of her beauty during this dance, though for the time being every lock is drawn tightly back into a bun at the crown of her head. Her body is clothed in a simple sheath gown, emerald green in colour, made of very light, soft satin that sets off her shoulders over her bust and hung down towards her calves, hugging each and every one of her sensuous curves. Disappearing up under the calves towards her knees are golden ribbons looped over and under, from her feet up her slender legs in a simple but elegant pattern.

Her green eyes glimmer gently in the soft light and she can feel her heart rate increase dramatically as she prepares internally to dance for Him, craving His approval and wishing to show Him the most beautiful thing He has ever seen. She moves gracefully on the balls of her feet, body twisting and turning with the light rhythm of the music, hands held out, towards the table, towards Him, dancing quietly around Him for a moment to allow Him to clearly see her and her garments, before moving back around the table and to her place on the dark tiles in the open space just in front of the table. With her back turned in His direction, but angled outwards so she is not hiding her body from Him, she reaches a small hand up and pulls at a particular spot under the bun holding her hair back so tightly and it immediately releases. A mix of deep black and white-blonde ringlets falling heavily down her back and over her shoulders respectively, a small smile gracing her lips as the curtain of hair hides her face for just a moment, the unbinding of a girl’s hair holding a very particular meaning within the Gorean culture, one that even others from outside lifestyles could easily deduce.

Once her hair is loose, she sways slightly and turns her body back towards Him before she slides her right hand up her left side, bending and undoing the fastenings at the side, starting at the knee, then the thigh, then hip, then alongside her heavy breast, her upper body raising gracefully as she moves. The gown no longer fixed, it drops into a beautiful green pool at her feet, and she slides it out of the way with a foot pointed gracefully, making the movement into part of the dance in time with the music still playing gently in the background, though she seems to hear it louder now in her own head as she focuses her attention back on her Master. With the dress now removed, she stands before Him in a simple white slip, off-the-shoulder as well so as to have been concealed under the gown.

She takes a couple small steps backwards and slowly, in time with the gentle music, she slips down onto the floor, sitting gently on her backside, allowing Him the perfect view of her there on the dark tiles, her creamy white skin striking in contrast and making it look almost as if she was glowing in the candle light. First she extends her right leg towards Him, flexing it gently before Him, toes pointed gracefully as she places the foot fully upon the tile and causing a sensual arc in her leg between her calf and thigh, then sweeping the left leg back and under the right, the ankle of the left coming to rest on the tile under the right thigh. After giving Him a brief moment to look her over, she bends forward slightly and starts unwind the golden straps laced from mid-calf to toe.

Green eyes glance up at Him from under thick, dark lashes as she regards Him with adoration, watching His face as she slowly, sensually removes the footwear in front of Him. She is aware that He is not entirely familiar with the customs of Gor, but that was why she picked this dance in particular, to help ease Him in with customs from Earth, but small significances of Gor that were easily understood; the removal of a girl’s footwear in front of a Man holding the same weight as the letting down of hair. Once the straps were removed, she tossed them lightly to the side to land in wisps in the pool of green from her gown. Extending her upper body back upright, she puts her hands back on the tile behind her slightly, in one swift, fluid movement, body always moving in time with the gentle melody and without ever rising, she slides her left leg out from under the right and extends it to the same position as the right held previously and the right now slipping back behind the left calf and under the corresponding thigh. From there she bends forwards again and unravels the straps wound around this leg and casts it off to the side with its match, completely baring her legs and feet to Him.

She slips her legs underneath of her in a smooth, easy motion so that she is in a kneeling position for a brief moment before she rocks gracefully back onto the balls of her feet and stands up in front of Him, bare feet now caressing the cool tiles beneath them. She gives Him a small smile before she bends over as she did with the gown, though not near as far, and reaches her right hand across her body to her left side to her hip and undoes the fastening there before moving up to her ribs, undoing yet another fastening, then finally up to the side of her breast and undoing the last one so that this garment, too, fell to her feet as the gown did, and she just as gracefully flicks it with her foot onto the pile of discarded clothing that is increasing little by little as time goes by.

Before Him she now stood, not quite nude yet, in a simulated brassiere made from soft white silk and wrapped only around her torso, knotted and twisted between her large breasts to help display them beautifully from within the cloth, the softness of her body seeming to protest at the confinement as she continues to move about slowly, gracefully, never leaving the small three foot square she had confined herself to on the tiles so as to not wander too far out of His line of sight. Panties, too, were simulated by the wrap of the same white silk wound twice around her voluptuous hips and tucked in at the side, leaving her heat exposed between her thighs as she was not permitted to cover that area unless He specifically requests that she do so. The only other thing covering her now greatly exposed body is a soft white scarf wrapped twice about her neck, the ends of which hung down her front and flitted over her curves as she moves.

Then, to the music, she closed her eyes and dropped her head back, slender arms moving behind her and sliding high up her back until her fingers feel the hooks there, the movement straining the cloth and raising her breasts beautiful for His enjoyment. With a simple motion she releases the hooks and the silk falls and discards it to the side with the rest. Her hands slowly slide up her body from the thighs and over the ends of the scarf, until they reach just above her breasts, where she grips one end of the scarf in each hand and, always to the music, unwraps it in one turn before Him, it joining its kin to the side, leaving her throat completely bare before Him, the skin there aching for the eventual feel of metal clasped there.

She now stood half naked before Him, the gentle smile still on her lips and her eyes lock with His as she continues to twist and sway, her body moving even more fluidly and elegantly now that most of its confinements are gone. Her hands slide down her body to her left hip where the silk is just tucked underneath itself to provide the hold, and, with the right hand, she slips it out. Taking the silk in both hands, the music now echoing loudly in her head, or was that her Master’s heartbeat she could hear so clearly from several feet away, she unwraps the silk from her hips and adds the final garment to the pile. With the same fluidity and grace, she slips down to her knees, head down in respect, and proceeds to crawl sensually around the table to Him. Upon becoming within arm’s reach of Him, she slips down onto a soft belly, legs laid out elegantly behind her, her right arm extending to touch His knee gently before she raises her head slightly. Speaking in a gentle voice only slightly louder than the music, she says firmly, proudly, “You are my Master, and I am Your slave, and I love you!”