The manager counts the money that odd man has given him. Ever since that dancer appears, he's been making money. Soon to be rich! He couldn't help but grin as he shoved the money back into his pockets of his pants. He heard the door open next to him and out came that masked man but…carrying his famous dancer!
"Hey hey hey! What are you doing there?! You can't take her! She's not for sale!" he yelled out, catching some attention from the crowd.
The masked man grins, "But you told me if I can tame 'her', she's mine." He kept continuing walking off, leaving the building and the manager staring with his jaws drop.
Turkey carrying his dancer back to his small car he rented out, opening the door and placed him down. Egypt remained quiet the whole time which was nothing new to Turkey as he got into the car and starts it, "So tell me." He glances at the Egypt, "How long have you been doing this?"
No answer came as the car roll out into the dark streets that are barely lit from the lamps off to the side. Turkey sighs as he drove then spoke again, "Ok maybe that won't matter." He smirked, "Never thought seeing you turning straight men into gay men."
"Like I almost did to you?" Egypt finally spoke with that monotone of his.
Ohhh, low blow. Turkey sneer, "You did not! I knew it was you!" he could sworn he heard him smirk which makes him losing the argument. "Beside…I was there for some entertainment!" He speeds up a little as they appear out of the town and into the out skirts of the town. He figures Egypt is wondering where they're going, "Going to my summa home, obvious not going to take you back. After all, I paid for ya." Turkey heard a small growl from the small Egyptian which makes him grin. Maybe he can get him to dance at his house for free and great view.
Turkey parked his car as they reached a large palace decorated with outdoor lights and a fountain in the middle of the driveway. He loved his summer home. It was fit for a king or yet a leader of the world! How he missed his Ottoman days but those were long dead gone. He quickly got out, reaching Egypt's door before he can open it himself, picking him up like he was carrying his bride. Egypt began to protest tighten his grip as he held on. "Aw come on. Don't you like being treated as a goddess?" He grins wider as he received another growl from his dancer. Turkey opens the door, bringing his 'bought' dancer to the main living room. The living room was massive, dark oak wood flooring with one big (yet comfy) looking rich red couch that had same coloring pillows with golden trim. A fireplace off to the east wall made of black marble with hint of strikes of brown. The three large windows were covered in rich red curtains similar to the couch. The ceiling had a large crystal chandler, the walls too seems too made off the same marble as the fireplace.
"You didn't have to do this." Egypt spoke, showing no impress of the room.
Turkey rolled his eyes, "Oh really now?" he place Egypt down on the couch then stood in front of him, "I told you. I want some entertainment." He watched as the blank look of the Egyptian went to narrow eyes of concern. "Dance for me." Egypt just stares at him, not budging at all. Turkey mumbles a little. It's all a game in Egypt's view after having him for 300 years under his rule. "Ok Ok. What will make you dance for me?"
Egypt looks down obviously thinking until fifteen minutes have past that Turkey sat down on the couch next to him.
"You dance."
Turkey jumped at the response, "EH?! You want me to dance?" He watched Egypt nodding, "Why? What if I don't wanna?"
"Then I won't dance for you."
Turkey bit his lip, thinking it over. He hasn't done it for awhile. Heck, he loves doing it to entertain his tourist and never had issues before. Why now? Maybe because it was Egypt he was performing to? Nah that can't be it but he can't let Egypt win this! "Fine! I'll do it." He gets up and heads for his dresser that was down the hallway and in his bedroom.
Half an hour later, Turkey comes back with his belly dancer clothing on. Unlike Egypt's, his was topless His pants were loosely, not tight to the skin from thigh down to his ankle it was see through. Brownish gold the color pants were that was tight down at the ankle to make it look poofier with bells dangling at the tie. Pearl beads flow with the legging making it shine. He wore gloves with same color that went up to his elbows but were fingerless too decorated with beads. His mask was still the same with couple beads wrapped around his head droopy style.
"Haven't worn this for awhile, can't even get my shawl on." Turkey grumbled, hoping those candy weren't getting to him. He saw Egypt looking over him with either disgust or improvement, he couldn't tell. He sighs as he stood before Egypt. There was enough space between the couch and the fireplace but he felt rather stage fright. Why? It's just Egypt! Not like some random slut stranger watching him, right? Shoving the thoughts aside, he started to dance off slowly first to warm up then quicken the pace. Turkey felt his nervousness slip away as he became more focus on his dancing. Of course it was much more…how to say…sexier? Yes, sexier than Egyptian style. His mind was brought back to reality when Egypt suddenly joined with him! Turkey stumbles a bit but quickly regain as Egypt starts mimicking his moves, flowing with his. A perfect duet was happening which Turkey couldn't help but laugh for this is way too much fun. Even Egypt seems to have joy in it as a small -yes small- smile appears on his face.
Off in the corner of the window where the curtain has a small opening to the outside, a camera watched the two dancers recording everything since the two had came in. The man grins as he pets his kitty who sat on his head too watching the scene before him. Turkey going to be begging for him once he blackmails him on this video.
