Silk & The Dance of the Barbarians

originally posted March 20, 2006
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It is blue, a pastel color not unknown in the color palette of the Towers of the Morning. It is sheer as well, as slave silk will often be. The length, relative to She's wrinkled yellow frock or Samantha's pink silk and black lace garment, is modest. That is not to say it would not scandalize the State Slaves of most cities in their comparatively conservative garmenture. It would. Let us just say it is no stranger to the top of her thighs. Sleeveless, the front right panel lays across her body at a diagonal to the left hip, where it is tucked under the front left panel which crosses her body at the opposite diagonal and may be hooked for a looser or tighter fit. Small, thread-reinforced eyelets at two positions on the hip facilitate wearing the garment with the desired fit. It may also be worn unhooked, open at the front of course. When it is hooked, from the left shoulder to the right hip, at a diagonal, at the hem of the left panel, are dark blue Veminium, embroidered into the silk. Elise was offered the option of scampering about nude, as that can be delightful, but begged in earnest, instead, for something to wear. Pretty as it is, it cost less than a sack of slave meal. I was not averse to providing it. Although, judging by the way she often glances down to stare at herself, she may be wondering if she would not be less nude wearing nothing at all.


"Scandalous," I often catch her saying to herself.


I find it amusing. I thought it rather tame compared to the garments Portia, seamstress-whore of the Boarding House, created for Samantha and Six, the girl Sana to wear when acting in an upcoming play of mine. They danced, the two of them, wearing the clothing of free Earth females, flanking Joy. Though Joy was not in costume for this impromptu rehearsal, wearing the camisk of a Gorean Slave Girl, I can say, irrefutably, she was dressed less slut than a free Earth female. And the dancing. It is sensual, yes, but I think a little misdirected in its intent as well. While it is true a Gorean Slave who is a skilled Dancer has a modicum of power over her audience, that power is wielded delicately and used to hold men in sway. She will, and she knows this, be completely powerless at the end of her performance. She will not choose what man or men she will be pleased by. She will, instead, pay the price for her beauty. It will be exacted from her on the rough tablesof a tavern, perhaps an alcove or, at times, the very sands where her performance occured. If men choose to have her, they will have her. Some, Emily for one, have the power to make men exact the price from the closest available female, not deigning to wait their turn with her. This is why, one reason at any rate, free women are not often found in paga taverns or in some cases even allowed to enter. Let it be a tavern wench that is pulled aside and had on the floor by a fellow inspired, filled with lust for the girl's sister in the sand. That is the point, one of the points rather, in the scene rehearsed last night at fire side. The free women of Earth, dressed more slave than a foul-mouthed harlot in the alleys of Port Kar, do not pay this price. They, instead, if they choose, exact what dues they feel their beauty is worth. Men will pay, not women. In a sense, though an original work, this play will be an adaptation. Experiences of the slave, Joy, on the depraved planet of her origin, have been described to me. I will try to choose the experiences that best tell her story and present them on stage. Not at the Fair of En'Kara which starts tomorrow and will run for the next two hands, but at some point in the future when I judge it ready, when the pieces fit together as a cohesive whole. In the meantime, they will continue to rehearse, sew and paint the canvasses that will represent this alien planet, this counter-world.


"It was good for the first rehearsal, my Master?" Joy inquired.


"It was good, yes," I answered.


I may be stoned for this.