This is the first chapter of the story between Sesshoumaru and Asami (my own created character). The introduction is very short and in third person. The following chapters will be much, much longer, and in first person, Asami's point of view. It is very likely that at some point I'll write a chapter in Sesshoumaru's view, because I always have fun with that. I hope you enjoy.
xoxoTiff
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The room was filled to the brim with darkness. Men sat anxiously at various tables drinking sake and waiting. Among them were Lords, soldiers, and even simple men. There were few women, only present as slaves or eagerly curious voyeurs, dying to know the secret of her.
Without warning a single lit candle blazed in the middle of the small stage. From that small bit of light one could see that there were two circles of unlit candles placed along the perimeter of the stage. As a petite figure dropped onto the stage the first, outer circle sparked. The woman was cloaked in black silk, not even an inch of bare skin visible. Ever so slowly, she lifted her hand, moving it through the air in a luring manner, twisting and curling her fingers in an inviting manner.
At this movement the second, inner circle ignited, producing three foot flames all around her. As soon as they died down into smaller flames most of the silk covering this elegant woman had disappeared and the audience was left with a seductive view.
Black silk was wrapped firmly around her waist and got looser as it flowed to her feet. A small cloth wrapped around her breasts, leaving her stomach, arms, and neck free for the eyes to gobble up. Ink symbols were drawn over her body and as her stomach began to move slowly these symbols came to life. Her skin had been rubbed down with an oily type of lotion that gave her light tan a glimmering and silky look.
The tempo and the rhythm of the music steadily increase and soon her whole body was moving to the beats. She moved fluidly about the stage and every once in a while, a slit in her skirt revealed a smooth and long leg, only making the men in the room focus more and the women try to stifle their gasps of disgust.
Asami kept her eyes closed as she gave her body over to the music. Arms curved and soon sparks of fire followed her every move. She easily reached behind her as she dancing sensuously and let her wavy red hair down. It flew to her lower back and took the dance to a new level. Leaves were carefully entwined in her hair, giving her a nymph-like appearance.
The heat from the stage drifted to the audience and seemed to caress each cheek soothingly, lovingly. The beat got faster and her hips moved on their own, shaking to each and every beat as she turned in circles in the same place, fire surrounding her in a dim barrier.
Eventually the music began to die down and her body moved slower, allowing the audience an exciting ending to her performance. And then, without warning the music stopped and the flames vanished completely. The stage was dark again and no one noticed the enchanting female exiting the stage. After a moment more there was soft, polite clapping and standing.
