*she knew just the dance she would perform this night, the tri-moons lighted the dark sky, the flames of the fire licked and flickered upwards, whipping about like arms reaching to the moons......from within her Master's wagon she emerged, jeweled tones of the veil she had chosen catching the mix of light, the first step would make One wonder if the silk she held was emerald, another brought forth the idea it was ruby, still another a rich amethyst, the only thing certain that was, as she moved, the shading changed, glimmering beneath the warm night lights

all that could be seen of her as she stalked from behind the fire to the trampled grasses were those vivid seas of blue, they were rich and dark, dancing like sapphires in the night and toes, nails painted a rich ruby, they would peek out, point and then be erased by the whisper of veil

she stopped before the watchful eyes, at the corners of the veil were loops that were now snugged about her middle fingers, the thumb and forefingers sported golden zills, the veil was trimmed in reflective crystaline beads, each capturing beams of light and spreading them in curious patterns, she stretched it out before her, draped like a curtain, the slave hidden behind it

in preparation, her left hand raised slowly above her head, the right wrist twisted, laying the back of her hand gently along the opposite cheek, she was posed, waiting for the musicians to begin

the night air filled quickly with the sound of heavy drumbeats, one Musician, familiar with the wench, pushed the tempo, knowing how it would tug at her from behind the screen of silk

she listened at first, then the music consumed her, no longer did she control how her body responded, she simply surrendered to it, melding with the music as her hips began to shift, hard was the push of them from side to side, the rumble of drums twisting her hips, causing them to roll as slowly the veil lifted

she was hidden save for the silouette displayed before the fire, bare curves moved, teased and taunted the watchful Men, the veil dipped, wild curls seen moving as those seas of blue flickered, the zills rang out, chiming in time with the drums, she rolled them and then snapped them hard, twirling herself up in the veil, those wrists now twisted high above her head, her feet moving, matching the zills with the ringing of belled ankles, she turned again and again, still concealed behind the veil, then with a sudden

snap

the shimmering silk was stretched between wide spread arms, the finger cymbals silenced and the cadance

haulted*

*only her breathing caused movement, the billow of silken veil before her, she could feel the eyes of the Men watching her through the makeshift curtain, tracing the full rise of her breast, her peaked nips ripening as if to reach out and beg for touch, her belly was tucked in, the profile allowing for the alluring curve of waist, the spread of it to hips that no longer shifted, a knee could be seen, placed before the other, pointed toes pressing into the grasses

it was as if the musician was inside her head, her first step and the music softened, the drums were joined by a low pitched flute, the winds that blew through it were sultry, seductive and closer the wench moved to the Men gathered

the veil shifted with her, the zills caressing, leaving soft metallic echoes as she took turns lifting one arm high, the other dipping low, yet all the while her face remained a mystery

tipped toes prowled closer, she turned, spinning about in the whip of silk, the tiny cymbals clapped, wrists twisting them free of the fabric, her curls caught air and fanned behind her, wrapping her when she stopped, her head would dip, hidden completely...then, as it was lifted she could peek out, would the Men know that behind it she licked her lips, that behind it her heart thundered at a fevered pitch

the closer she drew to Them the more They had to know, had to smell it upon the wafting breeze made by her spins and turns, before each she paused, teasing them with winks or coy glances over first one shoulder then the next

she sorted through them, some she would circle, would permit the silkened veil to graze along their worn leathers, if she found Him appealing she would dip close, her zills would play and dance between her fingers, He would hear the purrrrrrrrrr in her throat and almost taste the heat that radiated from deep within

each she teased, working her way about the half circle formed before she moved once more to where her dance had begun

she was slave, from the dina forever branded into her thigh to the inferno that licked at her from the depths of her soul......she had thought to make it appear that she might have a choice tonight......that the freedom of the night air, the primal instincts that seemed to twist themselves about her.....would grant her a single choice*

*again the veil snapped out straight before her, the slave concealed behind the lusterous piece of silk....as it did the tempo rose, the flutes seduction now taunted her flesh, the drums drove her hips and as the zills cried out the pleas that her lips did not speak, as her fingers played, her arms stretched wider....tugged to their limits, the loops holding the veil about her middle fingers gave way

like a curtain, it fell, revealing the naked slave that had hid behind it, the chains that were layered at her hips glimmered in the firelight, the chains draped about her neck shifted and jingled as she was again captured

not by music

but this time........by Man

she did not choose, she was chosen and the tugs that now reduced the girl into the slave she was meant to be pulled her quickly to her knees

she arched as her knees spread, she back bowed easily, her head relaxing, touching at last the ground behind her, 'slaves flame' fanning out upon the trampled grasses, just horts from the blazing fire of the camp, still her hips churned, her arms reaching up abover her, those wrists twisted, the shrill sound of the zills flooding the night air

vibrant and heated was her body, those curves slick with sweat, again, as if she was known and read, the flute silenced upon the final sing of cymbals, leaving only the tyrant pulse of the drum

languidly her torso rose once more, pulling her head and mane from the grasses, the firelight tainting the slick sheen of sweat, those stormy seas searched the half circle, sweeping back and forth, a feral growl left her throat and she felt the tug of her body to the ground

larl-like became her movements, between those gaping thighs she poured herself, even the zills were too confining and she pulled them from her fingers, letting them fall upon the silky veil she now covered

the crawl began, splayed fingers clawing at the grasses, digging into the dirt as she pulled her body along, ripened peaks taunted by the blades beneath them, those assets high, framed by the flames that still danced behind her, by the time she reached Him she was purrrrrrrrrrring

her body boiling from within, her signature scent teased Him with the primal pleas her body displayed, all about her she heard the growls rumbling in the Men's chests

her own the last that was heard, the drums beats having slowed and gradually stilled, only her breathing, only the faint crackle of fire, she panted before she turned her left cheek to press it amongst the grass before Him

her words but a whisper*

~la kajira~