The building is worn and defiantly well used as the paint began to peel off, door warp and barely closed yet light flow out from boarded windows. Turkey pulls his hoodie up to shadow his face even though he wore the mask yet it was not enough, especially here. A cheer went up as he walk up to the door way then quickly died down as he open the door. The door, despite its old condition, didn't make a sound as he enter a dim lit room filled with men. They too wore hoodies, robes, masks like thieves would but weren't. They were here for entertainment. Huddle around a small stage that came out to the middle of the room, Turkey push his way through the crowd so he can front row for better view of them. The men paid no heed to the new comer as they stare at the curtains, waiting for the new show to come.
Turkey couldn't help but smirk. He loved belly dancers. Female dancers in nearly nude bedleh costumes were dancing in sexual ways even though it was almost banned in his country. He shoved his hand in his pockets, making sure the money was still there. Oh yes…he's going to have some fun tonight. His daydream broke as he heard the curtains pulled away as the new dancer came to the middle stage. Turkey couldn't help as his breath was taken but the sight. She was beautiful. The men seem to jaw drop by the sight of the dancer herself.
She wore a Turkish bedleh with hint of Egyptian style in it but kept the exposure of her tan skin. Her bra was fit and decorated with gold jewels that chime to each movement she does. The skirt flow like water down her tan legs as her golden belt, too decorated with beads of gold, held it up. Her top was the same color as her skirt of light blue with golden trim, making the tan skin stand out more. Turkey notice golden bracelets around her wrist and ankle, giving a jingle sound as she started dancing. It was elegant yet smooth like she held this back far too long and wants to unleash it. Turkey wanted to grab her off stage and take her for himself. The body was too perfect, not too thick or too thin, just smooth tan and perfect proportion like someone carved her out of stone to match her. If only her face would show yet it was hidden behind a veil, hiding her true self.
The dancer continues as men began to cheer for more. Turkey watched. Yes…she was the one. He grinned as her dance with more energy behind it yet still elegant. Then their eyes met. Barely able to see if she actually did made eye contact or not, but Turkey knew and so does she. He grins wider. Oh yes, she is HIS prey. The dancing continues for good half an hour until she suddenly stopped and bowed. The men stood and cheered, forgetting to keep their voices low so they wouldn't be caught. Turkey clapped as the dancer left his stage with a small glance toward him. A hint maybe? He smirks as he pushed his way through the crowd to find the manager of this place. The manager was a short yet well built man when Turkey approach him," How much to have a night with her?" he asked more like a demand.
The manager looks at him with a sneer then grins, "Oh her?" he seem to laugh which Turkey didn't get why if there was a joke behind or not, "She's a high price if ye got that money."
Turkey pulls out the cash and hands it to the manger," That's all my money. I want her." The manager gap at the amount he gave him and nods.
"That'll do but, he paused and grins, "If you can tame her then you can have her for free." Turkey blink in surprised then nods as the manager pointed out the door behind him, "Go in there and make a left, four doors down and she'll be there, waiting." He laughs again as Turkey nods and did what he was told.
Turkey stood in front of the door whether or not to knock or simply walk in. Not wanting to be rude to his 'entertainer', he knock quietly and open the door slowly, "So your manager told me if I can tame you," he grins, "I can have you for free." Hearing no answer, he stepped in and nearly melted from sight. Her back was facing toward him but that perfect tan skin exposed was calling to him. The room was filled with large yet expensive pillows that matched her bedleh and scented candles. Turkey closed the door behind him and locked it. The girl didn't move from her spot as she sat there, cross legged like she knew this was going to happen or yet done before.
Turkey approached her, pulling his hood back as he knelt down, wrapping his hands around her stomach. "You look like a goddess," he whispers in her ear. He felt shivers running down her which made him aroused as he tighten his grip around her, pressing his body against the dancer, "I will tame you…you will be mine." A small whimper escape her throat as his hands trail up toward her bra and cups around—flat? He paused then sat up, staring at the dancer from behind. "Turn around." She obeyed till they were face to face. The veil was still on her but he can tell her gaze was downward. Grabbing it and ripping it off he gasp. Dark brown eyes stare at him not of a female but a male! His short black hair now exposed in the open from the removal of the veil. "Egypt?!" Turkey managed forced out from his lips.
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Bedleh (Arabic for "suit"). The bedleh style includes a fitted top or bra (usually with a fringe of beads or coins), a fitted hip belt (again with a fringe of beads or coins), and a skirt or harem pants. The bra and belt may be richly decorated with beads, sequins, braid and embroidery. The belt may be a separate piece, or sewn into a skirt. Egyptian bellydance is noted for its restraint and elegance, whereas Turkish bellydance is playful and uninhibited ((Wikipedia for the win)) APH characters do NOT belong to me!
