“Why do you make the tears?” Master Christof asked. “Have we made you sad? Will you empty your


    stomach now?”


    “No, no,” I arguedughing through the tears, “I’m happy. I promise you, Master Christof, sometimes


    humans cry when we are happy, also. I promise not to get sick.”


    I jumped to my feet and grabbed the outfit. “Let me surprise you, Masters. Let me put it on myself and


    thene out and dance for you.


    Please, may 1?” I asked.


    They seemed to consider the question for a moment beforeing to a consensus.


    “Go, Ciara,” Master Damien waved toward the back room, “but we will help you if you need it.”


    I ran for the doorway, which entered a bedroom and donned the clothing.


    A in bed with white covers sat in the middle of the room; we’d be there soon enough. I struggled


    slightly, but got the outfit all on.


    Having on clothing that actually covered me for the first time in months felt odd. I was used to


    ornamentation that just flowed around me. Even the cover I wore to market was looser. This outfit felt


    constricting and I wasn’t ustomed to it.


    I pulled my breasts up in the top, so the plump curves sat high and proud on my chest. Wiggling around


    I pushed the skirt so the edge rode low on my belly. I wanted my Masters to really see the motion of my


    hips and stomach as I danced.


    “Master Kein, if you want to start, I’m ready,” I called, adjusting the skirt one more time.


    Master Kein started to y and I exited the room with a flourish. I shook and shimmied in a way my old


    instructor would have been proud of.


    The fabric swished around me billowing out. I gave the men the best show I had.


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    I loved the outfit and hoped it showed. The coins jingled and danced on my waist adding to the music


    Master Kein made. The melody flowed and swayed as my hips kept the rhythm and added to it.


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    I felt their eyes burning into me as I danced. Bane seemed mesmerized by the roll of my hips. His eyes


    stayed glued on the undting sway.


    Seductively, I moved before him and danced just for him.


    Big hands encircled my waist lightly, just experiencing the y of muscle under my skin. Teasingly, I


    moved out of his reach. His eyes burned as I lifted my hands above my head and turned my wrists.


    “Turn,” he ordered gruffly.


    I did as he asked and felt the weight of his stare on the dimples over my ass. Shaking them enticingly, I


    heard the low groan. It only encouraged me to writhe and dip with the music provocatively.


    Moving and rocking slowly I realized I stood facing Evan. My hips rose and fell to the music as blue


    eyes perused my pulsing form. My right leg with its strange tattoo peeked out repeatedly at him. His


    face seemed enthralled as the dance covered and uncovered my flesh.


    “Here,” Master Damien ordered pointing to the spot in front of him.


    I twirled toward him and let the waves of blue spin in the room. It wasn’t a ssic move, but it had the


    intended effect. I certainly had everyone’s attention.


    Master Damien watched with abject fascination as my musician forced a faster, more stato rhythm.


    Suddenly Master Kein slowed and I knew he was testing me. I followed the slower beat of the music


    and did the belly rolls that made Master Damien’s eyes Light up.