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A Dance of Love and Honor

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Taking Him by the hand, she leads Him over to a chair facing a wide open space and helps Him to sit. She smiles sweetly at Him and kisses His hand before she lets it go, keeping her eyes on His as she steps gracefully backwards into the open area. She stands before Him, her black and blonde hair done up in soft curls hanging about her rounded face. Her emerald green eyes are lined in black kohl, lips rouged in a soft pink that make her plump lips look slightly larger, the rosiness of her cheeks accentuated by a light coating of blush. Setting beautifully along the wide curves of her body, held on by a clasp at her left shoulder, is a beautiful set of dancing silks in an emerald green to match her eyes. Her feet are bare, but her wrists and ankles are encircled by small golden dancing bells that ring out tiny melodious tones as she moves.

After she gives Him a moment to let His eyes wander over her supple form, she lifts her right leg out in front of her, straightened, knee slightly bent and toes pointed, just barely grazing the floor before her. She bends slowly at the waist, the silks shifting and tightening around her voluptuous assets, the curls falling in waves along the sides of her pale cheeks. She tilts her head up to look this wonderful Male in the eyes again, her own face filled with pure love, the total desire to please Him radiating off of her lustrous body. A soft smile graces her lips as her eyes keep locked with His, her right hand slipping to her left shoulder and easily slipping the fabric from its clasp and letting it drop, the silk sliding down and exposing her large breasts. The way she's standing, though, prevents the emerald fabric from falling any further than her wide, child-bearing hips.

In one fluid movement, she falls to the floor at His feet, the light silks pooling around her body bent into itself. Her legs tuck underneath of her and her upper body drops forward, arms splayed out in front of her, pale skin set off beautifully by the colour of the cloth about her hips. A moment passes and she throws her upper body backwards, body bending in an arch completely opposite the one it just made, exposing her entire self to Him again. As she leans back, her knees spread wide and expose her heat to the cool floor underneath her, just barely covered by the soft cloth bunched around her hips. Her back stretches as it arcs backwards, exposing her ample bosom to Him again as her arms go back behind her head, the backs of her hands and her head resting on the floor behind her.

For a few moments, the only sound in the room is that of their breathing, the entire room having seemed to go still once she completed her backward bow. Slowly, though, she starts to writhe in the bow, causing the bells on her wrists and ankles to ring out into the silence. She lifts her upper body inch by inch, her head the last to come off the floor and back up straight, hands moving in intricate patterns in the air with her arms held straight above her head. Her eyes are closed and her breathing steady as her body starts to sway from her fingers down to her knees, moving to a beat sounding in her head. Slowly her hands start to drift down her body, still swirling and twisting, fingers occasionally drifting across the skin of her torso, leaving light tingles in their wake. When her hands reach her hips, they slide down over the soft silk pooled there, drifting down along her thighs and lightly gathering some of the fabric up in each hand.

With the silks bunched up in her hands, she sensually pulls at the fabric, tugging it up to expose her thighs then back down again, moving the fabric to the beat as her torso sways. She then slowly starts to raise up on her knees, pulling the silk up towards her hips with every inch she raises. Once in a high kneel, her hands holding the fabric from the skirt, she grabs the folded over silk from the bodice, her eyes opening and her gaze drifting up to meet His, a mischievous look in the shining blue irises. Her body continues to sway and her hips rotate, moving like a beautifully trained belly-dancer, hands slowly, ever so slowly, tugging the fabric from her hips and pulling it down, down over her pelvis, down her thighs, down to rounded knees aching against the cool stone floor. When the dress comes to rest on the floor once more, all of it this time, she gives Him a sweet, all-knowing look, before, in one fluid movement, she tucks her body down again and rolls backwards out of and clear of the pool of green.

In mid-tumble she changes, her body instantly sprouts the typical midnight black fur, hair lengthening and switching shades to the most gorgeous ruby red, small pointed ears appearing in the mass of fiery locks, a long slender tail erupting from right at the base of her spine. The roll rounds out with her on her forepaws and knees, throwing her head back and flipping her now much longer hair seductively back over her shoulder, the smirk still on her now slightly flushed, and fur-covered face. She starts to creep towards Him in this position, almost stalking Him in typical feline manner, sliding the discarded silks off to the side out of the way. Her eyes stay locked with His, the smirk still plastered across her face as she moves closer and closer to Him, tail swaying about behind her. As she moves, it's with the same sensual grace as she did on her knees, hips wriggling and shoulders rolling, her gaze never leaving His as she gets within a foot of Him. There she settles on her knees, spreading herself wide to Him again, although this time He can see her heat exposed as she sits back on her heels, back straightening to present the abundance of her bosom to Him and open her up for full viewing, her padded palms resting gently on furred thighs.

She stays that way a moment longer before she places her forepaws on the floor between her opened thighs, slowly sliding them forward, her body following until her forehead is pressed softly to the cold stone beneath her, her heavy breasts hanging so that they are mashed between the floor and her chest, and her rounded rear raised slightly in the air off her heels. Quickly she leans forward, placing soft kisses on both of His feet before moving back to this final position and speaking softly. "This is my dance, Sir, a dance of love and honor, done for no other Male but you, done only with you in mind. I hope it pleases you, and I hope to spend the rest of my life dancing for you and only you, for you are one of a kind, as is this dance, and you have my heart. All of it."