Of Dancing and Dancers
The crowd left the Braided Whip early last evening, which is per usual in the middle of the hand. It is difficult to justify drinking late into the evening or, in essence, early into the next day, when one rises with Lar-Torvis as many in this district must. Some do linger, dallying with one of the rent girls or having lost track of time in conversation or, as it happens not too infrequently, in the Game. With the quiet drone of czezhar and a steady tempo provided by the tabla, I instructed the Girl, Six to remove her garment and step into the sands. I was not gentle in the instruction. Slaves do not respond positively to being coddled. Told to be compelling, she assumed a standard pose that lengthened her lines. I asked her if she intended to be a Dancer that drew men into the tavern or one that was fit to straddle a man's thigh in a dark corner. Any slave can dance, in my opinion. That includes women in collars and women not yet legally imbonded. The curvier sex is built for it, just as they are built to be overtaken, dominated and raped, held to a man's will. A woman can learn to hold a man's attention, to seduce and captivate a fellow, but a Dancer must hold an entire room, ignite the lust of thirty men or more. There is the distinction. Does she dance? Or is she a Dancer? I have seen some phenomenal dancers in my time. Aside from Emily, toward whom I am biased, Fateemah comes to mind. I saw her dance in chalwars and an open vest, her bosom ripe and heavy, like fruit ready to be picked. She perspired, slick-skinned under the gaze of men, the proud girl of a Pasha. Selke of Ianda, dark as Portia, a Merchant man's prize, could make you feel the breeze of her tropical home, intoxicate you with the controlled shake of her hips. As a guest in the House of Clark of Thentis, I was fortunate to see his matched pair, Phais & Tellia, dance. Blonde and fair like bond maids beneath the axe of a Son of Torvald, but built sleek like they prefer them in Thentis, the cold mountain climate was easily forgotten in the midst of those sirens. I challenged Six, a girl once permitted to be called Sana, to be as those girls were. I will push Portia similarly. The two of them earned well as Red Door whores. I expect them to be just as productive, if not more, in this new venture.
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