Port Haifa Dance Exhibition

Alright alright, I know I haven’t written been rather sick so please understand.  So lets catch up shall we.

I had the honor of participating in the dance exhibition in Haifa. It was a lot of fun, though when I danced my lap top froze so bad that my dance which was 7 minutes long took nearly 20 minutes to complete. (Sorry about that everyone.)

So the first performers were Button and Phaedra. They performed what is called a Tandem Dance. That means a dance with two or more people.  It was an amazing sight to see, my first tandem anyhow. I wish I could have filmed it, but I am still learning how to do that.  Anyways, hint if you are going to read the dance, please listen to the music as well.

(Button)

 (Phaedra)

[14:57] Khon (aratirn.bing) empties the bowl in one long swig and then puts it on the floor. He stands and his voice booms over the noises in the crowded tavern. "Welcome all, Friends to this Port Haifa's Dance Exhibition, where local talent, Slaves from Port Haifa will dance to show their prowess and to please their owners and any man present...."

 [15:03] Khon (aratirn.bing) clears his voice and continues, "Our first performance will be a 'tandem dance'"

 [15:05] Khon (aratirn.bing): "This tandem dance is a DANCE OF SEDUCTION, performed by Phaedra and Button. Phaedra is the property of Ray, our Tavern Keeper and most generous host. Button belongs to the Lady Vika, of the Scribes, and member of the High Council of Port Haifa."

[15:05] Khon (aratirn.bing): "A lowly slave, filled with the utter need to please finds herself desperate and wanting in this dance. A First Girl, quite used to having the pleasure of men will not be outdone. Who will win the fight to be the most desirable slave in Port Haifa?"

 [15:06] Button (opheliarenata) hisses a breath, copper eyes flashing jealous rage at the First girl, who, in all beauty, was able to please men beyond imagination. Locks of chocolate fall from a pale shoulder, head turning slightly seeing all the handsome men that the slave was forbidden to please with the heat between her legs. Again, a hiss slithers from clenching teeth, before legs straightened, lifting a quivering body up and to the pit. Delicate fingers slide down a tightly coiled stomach, shuddering in pent passion, muscles anxious to move. With a moan, a sudden eruption of unrequited desire, rounded, full hips, begin to sway, calling for the attentions of men.

 [15:07] Phaedra (lkeiser6)'s right hand sensually drags along the thigh of the Master, slowly teasing him with her charms. Blood red lips spread forming a sultry smile, emerald eyes peek up though the veil of thick lashes finally focusing on his chiseled face. Hearing the words "To the sands!" a curvy body rose with grace and beauty, spinning around just to see the low slave in her way. With a slight roll of the eyes, she steps forward, hips tossing silks as dark as night up against pale skin with each movement. Dainty feet pecking at the sands with determined steps before stepping to the side, knees slowly bend as outstretched fingers drag along bare slave flesh. Rocking rounded hips gently deliberately in wide arch while the definitive sound of the tabor rang loud for all to hear.

[15:08] Button (opheliarenata) whimpers, a pleasing face laced with wanton need gaze around the pit. Every masculine presence looking beyond the small slave. Turning on heel, small feet pressing deeper into the warm, golden sands, none other than the first girl stood before her. Jealous rage bubbles inside of the passionate slave belly that yearned. Watching the high slave move was almost torture, the beauty profound. Tears prick at the copper eyes, lashes growing moist. Heart beginning to hammer, she spins, sand flying up in a shower, light glistening off each grain like its own personal Lar-Torvis. An enviously calculating mind twists more than the slave's body within the sands, proclaiming loudly, rage bubbling more to the surface of the heated slave, "How could she be any less pleasing than the En? Clearly she herself could do anything that the First Girl could!". With a steady grace, hips and arms move fluently, a perfect copy to Phaedra.

[15:09] Phaedra (lkeiser6) smirks devilishly, narrowed pools of emerald watch the low slave mimics each movement that she makes. Long toned arms raise, oscillating around lavish curves. She turns, melting down to the glistening granules, thighs widen before slowly rotating rounded hips in a rhythmic swaying motion. Sultry lips part letting a lust filled moan escape. Her own desire to be found pleasing evident in each and every movement, long legs lengthen lifting up to full height. Tightly beaded nipples brush against the sheerest of fabric. Moistening skin almost glistens against the flickering light from the near by torches while her inner desire to be the best continues to push the slave harder. Stepping forward towards the beast, eyes narrowing intensely on the prey, she was a tarn and Button was the weaker tabuk, a pointed leg juts out to the side in the path of the other dancer.

[15:10] Button (opheliarenata) turns, enjoying the feeling of weightlessness, releasing her desires; an outlet of the most delicious type. Swinging vivacious curves, enticing spectators. Another spin had her own moan erupting from a slender throat. Face flushing, leg outreaching to then to stop abruptly, prematurely. A moment of miscalculation, no, sabotage. The strong dancer leg that was not the slave's own in the path that had been chosen. Unbalance caused a fall of ungraceful proportions. A small, lithe body falling into the warm embrace of the sands. A light coating of golden grains cling to the pale skin that collided therein. Nothing sounded from the closed lips, but a woosh of air erupts from flaring nostrils. Eyes wide, body a shuddering mess, time freezes for the low slave, becoming statuesque.

[15:11] Phaedra (lkeiser6)'s chin raises proudly, slowly lowering the exquisite form victoriously to glittering sands. Hips moving in hypnotic waves, fingertips dragging teasingly over a taut slave belly as the burning passion to please grows within. For a brief moment attentions turn to the quivering form laying defeated and helpless, almost unable to hide the elated grin spreading across her face. She extends a toned bent leg, painted toed digging into the golden grains, lithe limbs reach out as is she were drawing the attention of surrounding eyes. Mischievous hands moving back to the luscious curves, caressing every hort of voluptuous abandon. Hungry fingers clutch covered mounds, pulling, tugging, the sheer material free of her body, holding it to the side before letting it drop to the ground. Blood red lips part letting out out another sultry moan as if screaming out, "Look at me."

[15:12] Button (opheliarenata) lays there, totally and utterly defeated. Sand covered body nothing more than a lump that was no pleasing than a molded sa-tarna loaf. It was as if the light in the coiling slave belly were being snuffed out, and a delicate face, screwing up in sorrow, tears and turns away. The En wins, of course, as she is the most favored and pleasing. Mumbling under a soft panting breath, the sounds of the tabor masking the hate that slips from her plump lips. "You will not be En forever, Slave". Without lifting off the sands, a lithe and surrendering body crawls away from the black haired beauty dancing in the pit to slither up and over the stone surrounding. Melting into the sea of people, the lowly beast leaves to lick her wounds, a battle for another day.

[15:13] Phaedra (lkeiser6) pushes up tall on bended knees, arm held high in the arm, all eyes feasting upon the voluptuous slave. Primal need taking over, rolling to the side while fingers pry loose the gossamer silks from heated slave flesh, a guttural moan escaping parted lips before collapsing to the sands. Arms pull tight against a naked heaving chest, gently laying her head to the ground. The gentle curve of her bare back exposed should the slave not be found pleasing. A warm wet tongue coating sweet succulent lips before the breathless cry of submission slips out, "La, kajira!"

 [15:18] Khon (aratirn.bing) stands again, "Our second dance will be performed by Aya, she is owned by Tanduras, of the Slavers. Aya says that dancing is her passion. It's magic, the movements to the music, how the body speaks to the audience, to the Master. No words needed. her heart, soul and spirit speak through the dance. With the slave dance, she feels what she is and how the Masters see her. In the sands, I am just myself, I express myself totally, merciless and absolute she adds."

The next dancer is Aya. A dear friend of mine. She is the reason I joined Haifa to start learning there. Granted I know the basics but I can honestly say I am gaining new knowledge every day.  She performs a story dance. Now I am  not a huge fan of story dances, but I don’t have to either. We are all different, and well I think this dance was well written, and it was beautiful.

 (Aya)

[15:18] Khon (aratirn.bing): "She will be performing a Story dance"

 [15:20] Aya (adirag) performs today a slave girl, who is waiting to be sold on the auction block. The girl is sad, sad about that, what she looses and she is afraid of that, what comes new. Sitting on the ground of the platform, where slaves wait before it's their turn to enter the auction block. It's a dusty evening, lights from the torches shine creepy in the darkness. Some mumbles of potential buyers sound beside the voice of the auctioneer, interrupted by some whip sounds and short screams of beaten slave girls.

[15:21] Aya (adirag)'s lovely naked body, prepared for the block and a number written on left firm breast: what can she show to the audience? The dancer takes you with her in her thoughts while she wait for call of the auctioneer. Watch her, look intensely and let the magic happen.. the journey through some part of the slave girl's experiences... welcome to my performance -~CHANGES~-

[15:22] Aya (adirag) sits with watered green eyes, head lowered and the view of the girl seems to be sweeping, as if the wooden platform appear only blurring through salty tears. And indeed... look there... a thin layer of fine fog floats the floor.. and grows, as if it want to take us into the slaves world of thoughts. The fog grows nearly over the head of the sad girl and hides her completely when she suddenly raises...

[15:22] Aya (adirag) holds a white silken scarf in each of soft hands, which follow leading wrists smoothly along with slender hands. "She is beautiful" someone seems to say. "Indeed, a lucky man, who owns her" says another apparently. And it's true... fantastic looking slave girl rotates so lightly seemingly on toes, so soft and exquisite as a feather and her face beaming in fulfillment

[15:23] Aya (adirag) takes the audience into a part in her past life, where she danced on events for the Ubar of Ar and it was always a pleasure for her to dance for the men, presenting her beauty to the lovely sounds of the czehars or the lure or the kalika. The trained pagar kajira was always smiling and had any time a lovely word to please the free... thats what she dances now, a memory from happy times

[15:24] Aya (adirag) has also been a very hot dancer and made men 'weak' with her performances. She takes the observers now into another part of her exciting slave life... wild flame sticks in slender hands, circling around with hissing noises of the cormorant flames. Can you feel the heat of the fire? That reflects the heat of the girl in her belly and the light let appear the slave flesh in such excited way, underlining the seductive curves

[15:25] Aya (adirag) dances in total passion for the pleasure of men in twirling motions, glancing at the man who owns her with alluring emerald eyes. Windswept hair covers an undomesticated beaming face of a fascinating slave dancer, while fleet fingers run over sweated skin and increase more of ravishing apparel "Woahhahaha! Damn good dancer" are virtual voices yelling and clapping their hands in excitement

[15:26] Aya (adirag) slides down once more and disappears behind the fog, soft sobbing gets through and the audience can feel with her, how hard it must be to leave all that behind, not able to return, being forced to follow the will of the free, of those that own her. In her sadness one can see that slaves have feelings and love and hearts and a soul... but who cares?

[15:26] Aya (adirag) raises again and presents another special part of her life. She impresses the audience now with exaggerated body undulations and silken hair fall softly over round shoulders while it starts raining soft rose petals... that seems to be the time, when she was owned by a free woman! Owned by a Mistress... might be scary for many or most female slaves, but if we watch her dancing, it indeed seems that it has been special with the Ubar's daughter, who has owned her. The Mistress who gave her the name Aya had apparently left wonderful memories!

[15:28] Aya (adirag) dances now the emotional part and in the sweet face of a lovely girl we can see little tears running down her cheeks, as she hates when she must leave beloved friends, which can be male or female owners or other slaves or chain sisters... the love and peace of the dancer turns into pure and harsh reality, when the petal rains disappears and the chains at wrists and ankles appear in exchange.. pulling her back to her place on the wooden platform, there in the auction hall, where buyers murmurs and slave girls scream...

[15:29] Aya (adirag) jerks back as a voice echos loudly through the halls "Next slave, number six-teen! Har-ta!" and the girl raises, turns her head a last time to the audience and speaks in a shaking voice "Be thankful with that, what you have... and enjoy every Ehn.... as if it was the last!" then she steps up the stairs to the block, hands are roughly tied together and the girl pulled to the block. The auctioneers voice sounds again "Don't dally, slave... this way! What are you slut?" From the distance the girl weeps "I am a slave girl, Master .... La Kajira!"

 [15:31] Khon (aratirn.bing) stands once more and speaks, "our third dance will be performed by Rosita, one of my slaves, currently undergoing training at the Slave House. Rosita says dancing has become an extension of her training and a way to creatively express herself while learning and executing the feelings and situations faced by kajirae who are serving many other purposes, or being stripped of them. She wishes to thank me and all of the slavers, Masters, Mistresses and kajirae that have helped her when she has faltered. They have given her the motivation to pick up once again and continue, with absolute obedience and exquisite beauty."

Rosita is our next dancer. She performed a dance called Sa’eela. It is said to be the most beautiful of all slave dances. Now she made only one mistake in my opinion. She wore clothing. A Sa’eela is performed completely nude. The slave wears only a collar, and dances her heart but as they say it is a personal dance for the slave. There isnt much information on it, so who knows a Sa'eela could have clothes in it. I ENJOYED her dance so much. It was nice to see her version of a Sa'eela compared to my own. It revealed great emotion and I was very impressed.

(Rosita)

[15:32] Khon (aratirn.bing): "Rosita will be performing a Sa-eela"

[15:33] Rosita (rosestationary): Days of being chained, tortured without Master's touch, the raven haired love slave remains tightly bound. Jostled in her hooded confinement, knees scathed by the metal of iron cage, carted and tugged by erratic steps of thalarion. Cravings, heightened by the cruelness of slave nature's denial, gnawed deeply within. Sudden stop and tinkling of metal signaled the cage door's release. Calloused hand upon fragile arm yanked her forward, forcing her to stand, falling against a hardened male chest, a moan released from softened lips as she pressed closer. Ruthlessly forced back, a harshly hissed whisper fell to her ear through the canvas enclosure. "He wears yellow, and will leave the tavern soon, she sleen." Sudden light made her blink as the covering was ripped from her and binds efficiently released, hair mussed and body grimed, the brief silk clung to voluptuous curves, teasing senses to life in the brief night breeze. "He will do well to be yoked and chained, slave. Serve well." The menacing tone in her

[15:33] Rosita (rosestationary):  Master's voice echoed as she was left alone to transform into lure girl, cloaked within shadows cast from the outer tavern walls.

[15:35] Rosita (rosestationary) arcs softly curved back, pressing into unrelenting stone. Squirms of longing couple among anxious breaths, punctuating stilled, silent darkness. Unbound hands drifting across heaving breasts, flittering fingers tuning memories, high pitched visions of love's haggared rejection creating trembles in scouring palms. Anxious tension heightens as heavy booted footsteps pierce muzzled musings. Lure or heart's denial? Glittering chips within emerald eyes harden, desire and thrill of hunt surface within their depths as unbeknownst target staggers forward.

[15:36] Rosita (rosestationary) drops suddenly stilled hands, scratching roughened surface before pushing forward. Momentous extension of graceful arms and supple thighs advertise calls of inspection. Opening previously stifled form in rediscovered feminine offerance, undulating hips, seductively fluttering lashes, and sensuous smile pro-offer promises denied body yearns to uphold. Horting nearer, sharp teeth bite playfully upon inflamed lower lip as desire hardened eyes skirt the yellowed garmenture, hands rove muscular form until, gripping soft lapel, lithe calves and up-tilted chin allow softened lips to collide.

[15:36] Rosita (rosestationary) presses with passion engorged need against unknown, willing mouth. Tenuous bond fire stoked, core embers ignite feeding soaring fantasies of another Master's dominant lips forming praiseful utterances upon sensitized, honeyed skin. Consciousness ebbs amongst sudden onslaught solid male essences provide. Lost within dreams turned nightmare, hooded lids fly open, abrupt visions whipping lashes across baser needs. Haunted gaze quickly assessed prey in flashes of mingled pain, turmoil befalls while love-starved huntress prevails to reign.

[15:37] Rosita (rosestationary) jerks away hastily, sudden staccato lashes ripping through dark, twentieth Ahn air. Despondent moans disguised as pleasure highlight each rapturous raking extended body creates. Absorbed through movement, heart burned self preservation overcomes musky heat's hypnotizing envelope. Wild envy colored gaze adjusts under moons' casted shadows. Soft brush of peaked nipple through transparent fabric urge lithe steps intently towards intended mark.

[15:38] Rosita (rosestationary)'s masquerade ensues again. Teasing pivots showcase slender ankle, encircling prey with sensual mumbles, awareness heightened, heartbeats mingle. Quick shifting shadows invite jade eyes to pierce over piteous stranger's shoulder, locking on her owner's abruptly appearing form. Seeing within his gaze, desirous flashes of pride, fingertips brush aside tempestuous submission, inner beast coils, pounces, baring slumberous, sensual smile ready for attack.

[15:38] Rosita (rosestationary) strikes through clashing ecstasies. Services of ardor performed in excessive perfection under owner's watchful eye, offerances of slave's selfless love. Lightning fueled cracks of sinewy limbs entice, hips rocking unabashedly, singed and pulsating from ministrations bestowed upon victim before her while thoughts of Master flicker through riotous mind. Dulled nails slicing misguided skin, darting next their scavenging bite towards slender neck, grasping forged collar, twisting, catching subtle gleams. Rapidly spinning head thrown back, eyes opened awestruck by stars, movement's intent finding victory in distraction.

[15:39] Rosita (rosestationary)'s legs buckle, mimicking fallen form before her, flickering humanity struggling to rise within. Trembling thighs strain, forcing body upright, bounding steps lead instinctive retreat. Out of darkness, bloodied ost-like arms prevent escape, wrenching back delectable curves, firm lips of soul's owner branding vulnerable slave heart.

[15:39] Rosita (rosestationary)'s boundless devotion flows through unchecked tears. Slackened, arms 

gliding upwards, opening exposed chest and soul. Unimpeded joy fully awakens as conjoined, swaying ancient rhythms falter breathing. Co-existence feeds eternal longing when, but for moments, body soars before knees sink. Splayed upon cobble, lure girl's eyes soften, moisten, adoration transforming a love slave's gaze.

I was next in the lineup. I performed a Sa’eel a as well, and during the time this dance was performed I was not in a good place. I was very heart broken and I tried to convey my emotions in this dance. Please comment on what you think of each dancer. We work our butts off to entertain and be pleasing.

(Aesa aka ME)

[15:41] Khon (aratirn.bing): "Our fourth dance will be performed by Aesa who is owned by Ender Streeter. Aesa says, when she was first collared in Gor, a long time ago, she never really understood its meaning, never felt her fire. She was sold countless times for being an insolent slave. She was chained and whipped and frightened that she might never know what it was to be a slave. She met a man that brought out the beauty in her. He molded her, and then breathed life into her. She felt the fire in her belly for the first time. He taught her much of what she knows, and soon he pushed her to dance. She was terrified dancing for the first time. She had no idea what she was doing. After that first dance, she says she swooned. She begged for training, begged to dance. It like her collar freed her. Made her more of a slave, more feminine and beautiful. She dances because it is the one thing as a slave she has to display honor, and beauty in all that she is, to herself, to the free, and to her Master."

[15:43] A??a (inara.serrao) entered the sand pit completely nude, save for her Masters collar, the small bells, and the cuff she was to wear. Her body trembled with fear as she did not want to displease the free. Her heart sank not seeing her master. She took a deep breath, feeling herself sink in a little from her weight. She positioned herself to stand as straight as she could. Her left hop popped out, and as she rose her right arm high, she could feel her heart begin too race as she was anxious. The crowd around here terrified her, but tonight she would dance her heart, here in the tavern of Haifa

[15:44] A??a (inara.serrao) hears the musicians begin to play their slow sorrowful song. Her heart took flight and with her left arm she lifted it high above her head. There it clasp her right wrist, as if to be bound. She began to lean forward, weaving her left arm down slowly. She pulled it to the left, and then did the same with her right arm. It shot to the right, she was captured. She moved down gracefully to her knees, the memories of first being collared and stripped. Then rolling to her back, she laid in the sand a moment, before writhing sensually, her hips rocking slowly up and down.

[15:45] A??a (inara.serrao) her lashes fluttered as her arms moved gracefully before her. Then they wrapped to hug her, as she remembered what it was like to lay in the arms of the one she had come to love. Then she moved fast to her knees. He shoved her away. Her hands moved to her face as if to hide from crying. The music sang to her, its melody or sadness. She slowly rose to her feet again, her hips swaying from left to right, matching the call of strings.

[15:46] A??a (inara.serrao) could feel tears in her eyes. She yearned with every fiber in her being to be with him. Her body matched the music, as she moved sensually, rocking her hips to the left. Her arms continued to slither up and down, as they were stretched to her sides. She danced for him, her naked body all she adorned besides the collar she wore. She searched with her sage eyes for his face in the crowd. Anger filled them, as she did not see him. She turned her face as if defiant. She would not serve again. Yet her body still swayed in all its glory, moving her hips in a circle, before she rocked her shoulders, which caused her breasts to shake, doing her best to entice that reaction she so needed.

[15:47] A??a (inara.serrao) took a deep breath. Her body was glistening from the fires glow that dances across her lightly sweaty flesh. A tear escaped her left eye and slid down her cheek. She ached so badly to be pleasing enough to feel his touch. She pulled her arms before her reaching to the crowd. Beckoning them too take her, to free her of this madness. Then before she could be grabbed, she spun away, twirling in an angry chaos. He left her, ignoring her attempts. Pushing her away. Her arms lifted, gently moving like the wings of a herlit higher to the ceiling. She undulated her hips, and as she lifted her chin, she silently prayed to the Priest Kings to bring him back to her arms.

[15:47] A??a (inara.serrao) head lowered and she began to move in a circle. Her hips making wider movements each time she turned. Her arms moved lower, her wrists turning slowly. Then she swayed them up and down, and then before her and back again. Her hips moved to the left before she stepped. Her breathing was rapid, for she needed his arms around her. Needed his approval. The desire to warm his bed and to hear words meant for her ears only. He was gone. Her body slowed, to her hips swaying down a little which caused her knees to bend. Her heart was breaking, just a lowly slave now. To serve all, even if she did not love them.

[15:48] A??a (inara.serrao) paused only a moment as she looked at all the people in the crowd. What 

slaves here knew how she felt. Did they too ever need a master so desperately that their entire soul lit on fire and was ready to consume them? She did her best to ignore it, turning back from the crowd; she leapt high into the air. As her feet touched the sands once more, kicking the grains up a little she could feel another tear escape. Her belly knotted more tightly, her need was not of desire. Though she ached to be in his furs beneath him feeling his mastery. Her need was deeper, she had found her love Master, and he had pushed her away.

[15:49] A??a (inara.serrao) anger grew more as he showed now interest in her. Her body began to shake, as she slid her arms sensually up her thighs to her belly and finally to her hair. She grabbed it hard, remembering his fingers taking hold, and pulling so she would have to stare into his eyes. Then she lifted her arms higher letting the chestnut curls fall back down. Her mind raced, as a few more tears fell. She danced for him, in this very spot, a needful dance, and he did not claim her. He thrust her hips hard to the right, before her head turned left.

[15:51] A??a (inara.serrao) arching her back, she leaned as far as she could go, her hair slipping back behind her touching the sand. Her eyes were closed. Her slender arms fluttered back and forth, before she sensually moved back to her full height. She missed him. Feeling lost without his voice. She spun to the left, reaching to the crowd again as if begging for a direction to go. She rocked her hips from side to side there before them slowly to the sounds of the music. Then as the fire popped, she jolted and spun to the right. She gasped for air, as her arm stretched to the crowd. She needed to be lost in her service. To please the free, maybe then she could forget him.

[15:52] A??a (inara.serrao) had tried her best to get his attention. She served and obeyed as he informed her to. She remained as beautiful as possible, and yet he still ignored her. She glided down to her knees heart broken. From there she lifted her arms from her waist all the way above her head. She was pleading to be bound, to be given a chance to prove her worth to him. How could she go on without his touch? She leaned forward then, and stretched her leg out behind her, as if to rise and run, to leave and truly forget him, but she could not. She rocked her hips some there, displaying her aching need to be found pleasing to the free, and to him.

[15:53] A??a (inara.serrao) moved to her right hand planting it into the sand. She felt the tears flowing finally. She was helpless to her emotions. Her heart ached in her chest, though her fire burned brighter than it ever had. She put all her wait onto her arm and lifted her body to the air, offering herself. She swayed her hips gracefully, trying to get his attention, to bring him forth and have him claim here there before them all, that he would never leave or sell her. She swallowed the fear in her chest as her body moved. She then went back to her knees and twirled, grabbing the sand in her hands.

[15:54] A??a (inara.serrao) rocked her hips as she stayed there on her knees. She lifted her hands in the air again, then pushing her arms sensually to the side, she let her fingers open, the sand gracefully falling back to the pit. She was releasing this sadness. She was a slave, regardless of whom she loved. She looked to the crowd, seeing the men and to each of them different she ached for them just the same. Then she began to crawl closer to the edge of the pit. She would find peace in her service. She would be obedient and pleasing, regardless of her heart.

[15:56] A??a (inara.serrao) with her arms stretched before her, she rocked her hips to the people before her, and then arching her back she swayed them pleading for the crowd to take her away. To consume her in her service. She arched further, and with one last thrust of her hips, her arms bent above her head, and she bowed there before them. She would serve, be obedient. She would love all that she was, and in this love she would be beautiful. She embraced then what she was a simple slave. Property to be sold, bought, punished when she did wrong. Love had no role to play in this. ~la kajira~

The next dancer is Tupita. She performed a Need dance. This dance performed is in five stages. She tries to ignore men, showing she doesn’t need them at all. Then goes through realizing how she is starting to ache for them. Then it ends with her basically begging to be grabbed and used there in the sands. Her dance is lovely, and I think she did her best to convey such a beautiful dance for the crowd in Haifa.

(Tupita)

[15:59] Khon (aratirn.bing): "Our fifth dance will be performed by Tupita, Tupita as you know is a slave in training in my House this is her first time dancing. Tupita says, I wanted to try dancing because she felt it would be a great chance to express emotions and feelings that would normally be stashed away. This dance just sort of happened. It started as a few words on paper and then took on an life of its own."

[15:59] Khon (aratirn.bing): "Tupita will be performing a Need dance"

[16:00] T??ïta (evangeline.laurent) slinks like a larl toward the pit's center with wide rounded hips enticingly swaying from side to side. The coarse ruby fabric of the scanty camisk hugs tight to thick curvaceous form as dainty feet take position in the circular stage. Long slender arms snake above a proudly held head over a perfectly still body letting deep pools of vivid green search the bustling tavern drifting from face to face. Lips soft and rouged crease down hearing the sudden calls of booming voices from around the room.

[16:01] T??ïta (evangeline.laurent) slightly flares narrow nostrils out sucking in a deep breath of air filling lungs and forcing heavy ample breasts up high. 'Ching, ching , ching' is the tinkling of tiny silver bells against tanned flesh of a tapered ankle as feet begin to twitch to the drowsy pace of the song's beginning. Elongates a graceful neck tangling nimble fingers into a thick mane of onyx curls to thrust her head back. The silken strands caress the smooth skin of an arched back reluctantly beginning to sway savory hips undulate in a muted figure eight. Each tormented note of the czehar penetrates deep within a slave's belly igniting like dry kindling wood a desire she wishes to ignore.

[16:02] T??ïta (evangeline.laurent) slams blackened lashes shut in a blatant refusal to look upon those enjoying the dance. She knows to even peek at such a display, to see their faces, hear the jests and jeers would only intensify the need growing inside. Spins rapidly thrashing out with meager fists vowing silently to stay defiant even to herself. Head shakes vehemently causing inky tresses to billow out like an extension of raging flames around a pained face.

[16:03] T??ïta (evangeline.laurent) unable to withstand any longer lively emerald orbs smolder from behind thick obsidian lashes stealing glances at the strong masters in the large room. Small lascivious whimpers escape full parted lips as questioning thoughts relentlessly invade a troubled mind...'What if they don't find her pleasing?...What if it is not even her they are watching?'... Desperately longing for attention a straight back bows effortlessly forcing swollen bosom out shimming to the tantalizing beat.

[16:04] T??ïta (evangeline.laurent) muscles flex beneath the russet skin of delectable thighs calves balling tighter with every downward stomp of splendid legs seemingly in perfect time to the drummer's hand against taut leather. Plunges voluptuous body down at the hip abundant backside up-heaved shamelessly on display as arms stretch out greedily toward a myriad of eyes searing through the deeply bronzed hide of the she-beast. Turns from side to side to ensure all are exposed to the brazen actions of a wanton slave girl. Petite toes dig deep in to the sand kicking forward every motion forcing rough granules up scattering and scraping against supple skin. Backward moving heels leaving ost-like trails in their wake returning to center stage.

[16:05] T??ïta (evangeline.laurent) melts like heated wax dripping desirable body down on bended knee grinding erotically against the warm sand. The minuscule granules that cling to glistening beads of perspiration on flushed skin are highlighted by glowing bands of moonlight streaming in through the door's opening. Thin fingers graze lightly over plump breasts and widely spread thighs teasingly scratch with small sharp nails. Falls over suddenly dropping on all four to crawl forward in a provocative manner mind racing with lust-filled thoughts. Bows back begging pleading to be seen, to be touched, to be wanted. An almost silent voice escapes through parted cherry lips pleading out..."Please, Master!"... recoils back deeply terrified her words had fallen on deaf ears.

[16:06] T??ïta (evangeline.laurent) elevates up bending knee to jut a shapely unbranded leg out in display before sliding it under lustful body warm thighs achingly pulled apart obscenely thrashing up and down in agonizing need. Heart pace quickens folding thick form forward ample bosom pressed to the sand. Spine twisting as a carnal instinct takes over distorting and wriggling across the pit. Animalistic sounds emanating from inside her throat struggling for control over mind and body. Breaths become ragged barely able to fill the void of over-worked lungs chest heaving for the smallest relief of sweet delicious air. Covered completely the coarse bits of sand clinging to every part of moist flesh as she forcefully takes position hearing the music drift to an end legs tucked under arms crossed against heated breasts fixing forehead fast to the ground. Satin coal-colored curls cascading over rounded shoulder to reveal the tender flesh of an arched back ready for punishment had the dance not pleased. An airless voice yells out, "La Kajira!"

Pavla is next, and she also performed a need dance. I think you can tell how each girl interprets the dances in their own way. Pavla performed such a lovely piece, and I think she did bring forth her desires in her dance.

 (Pavla)

[16:09] Khon (aratirn.bing): "Our sixth dance will be performed by Pavla, Pavla is the property of Smiley, of the Warriors. Pavla has been in training at Haifa for several months and is third girl. She is dancing tonight to display to her Master how slave she has become."

[16:10] Khon (aratirn.bing): "Pavla will be performing a Need dance, as well."

[16:11] Pavla (vinkaa) hears the name her Master gave her and lifts her chin, feeling eyes track her progress as she rises and paces to the dance pit. Lowering a foot to be caressed by the sand, she pauses and takes in the flickering light as it paints the movement of patrons in golds and reds upon a shadow canvas. Fingering the silks embracing her, as if for reassurance, she descends and twists small feet, grounding herself in necessity. Inhaling deeply, Taking her position, she awaits the music.

[16:11] Pavla (vinkaa) 's dark lashes flutter shut and ruby lips tilt up in tender smile as the music enters her. Tracing the patterns of etched memory, hands begin to twist and lissome limbs are carefully placed, executing with grace and poise the teachings of long ago. Sinew stretches under taut skin, highlighted by extended leg and gracefully swaying arm. White silk flutters, kissing smooth skin before taking flight again. Ignoring intrusion of considering eyes, she revels in the beauty of the forms.

[16:12] Pavla (vinkaa) raises pointed chin and surveys the crowd, smile falling from lips as realization dawns. Men, bracketed by displayed heat and beauty in servitude, sit and murmur, paying scant attention to just another. Faltering for a moment, small pink tongue darts to stroke over slight indentation left by worrying teeth. Determination straightens spine and renewed resolve urges motion. Subtle turn of leg, gentle twist of hip and slow spin seem to fall short and a flush rises.

[16:13] Pavla (vinkaa) meets the eyes of a Master. Softly, fingers feather a touch across pert breasts, leaving a wake of raised skin. Green gaze travels to a warrior and lush lips smile invitingly, as hands gently guide undulating hips lower. Seeking the eyes of another, a slow stoke of slender fingers kisses along supple thighs. Rising as she finds the gaze of another, with arms raising and fingers weaving into raven tresses, she continues her sensuous sway. Paths of rosy colour staining tanned skin the telling sign of a fire kindling in slave belly.

[16:14] Pavla (vinkaa) embraces the blazing fever that burns within, taut toned torso twisting and shifting, swirling helplessly to the sound of zills. With each move the slave's body pleads to be touched before the hungry eyes of the onlooking Masters. Lacking the touch of their hands, her own substitute; desperately clutching fingers leaving trails of red desperate marks over quivering thighs and luscious breasts. Plaintive moans of entreaty escapes as smoldering gaze beseeches, jerking hips shamelessly display the slow and provocative urgency which has taken utter control.

[16:15] Pavla (vinkaa) falls to the floor, lithe form twisting in the sand, seeking relief as heated need swells. Whimpering feverishly, greedy fingers pluck at swollen nipples. Rounded hips buck forward, seeking the touch of a man. Tightened with ravenous carnal desire, pliable thighs quiver with delicious abandon and piteous mewling spills from parted lips. Shaking fingers rip silks from sensitized slave flesh. Wildly aroused, hooded emerald eyes flash between Masters, seeking strength, seeking completion.

[16:16] Pavla (vinkaa) squirms against the sand, hips thrusting brazenly. Pushing to weak knees, lithe thighs spread wide, sinuous ripples of hips beyond her control. Fingers delve in scorching heat and trace a path to her belly, displaying glistening evidence of slave longing. Back arches as hands rise to cup breasts in bold offering. Emerald gaze flits from Master to Master, wantonly pleading to be used, to be claimed. Harsh exhalations pass from parted lips as husky voice pleads..."La kajira"

Desma who has been a doll to me. Helped me when no one else was there to lift me out of my darkness. She performed a whip dance. Now this dance is interesting. It involves a Master holding a whip and if the slave doesn’t perform to his satisfaction or if the crowd seems disinterested he then strikes her with the whip. *How terrifying*  I think with her dance, and Master Khon helping it turned out to be exciting, beautiful, and radiant.

(Desma)

[16:20] Khon (aratirn.bing): "Our seventh dance will be performed by a newly collared slave to the House, Nameless (Dema). She says, 'Many moons have passed since this girl has placed a foot in the sands and dances tonight not for fame or glory but to carry on the traditions of Gor as taught to her by many wonderful dancers and Masters, whom she is honored to have learned from and can only hope she can honor her Master's Memory and their teachings by serving the Free through her dance.'"

[16:21] Khon (aratirn.bing): "The slave will be performing a Whip Dance!"

[16:22] Desma (dema.fairport) slowly makes her way to the dance pit, tiny bells echoing through the tavern, chest rising and falling rapidly as she turns towards the slaver that collared her earlier today. Sad, steel gray eyes watch him as he pulls the 5 bladed kurt out of his belt and throws it to the sands, lithe body beginning to tremble, head lowers in reverence, causing dark tresses to cover the black nameless mark on her chest.

[16:23] Khon (aratirn.bing) points at the whip he threw into the dance pit, "Slave dance before men, and subject to the whip! Fetch the whip!"

[16:24] Desma (dema.fairport) "Yes Master" she says as she hears the first beat of the tabor, long dark lashes folding over eyes the color of polished steel. Sun kissed, naked body dropping gracefully to the sands, folding over in obeisance in front of the five bladed whip. Dark tresses falling across strong back, she carefully picks up the slave whip between rose hued lips, white teeth sinking gently into the hilt, hands trembling as the taste of leather fills her mouth.

[16:25] Desma (dema.fairport) presses trembling hands into the sands, pushing lithe body upward onto supple knees, she turns to face the slaver, back straightening taking in a deep breath, firm breast rising as she holds her position. The haunting sounds of the tabor and kaska becoming steadier, dark lashes fold over dreamy eyes as her head bows deeply, dark tresses falling forward over strong shoulders, the leather blades caressing firm, young breasts.

[16:25] Desma (dema.fairport): As the drums start to quicken willowy arms lift into the air above dark tresses, beautiful face tilting upward, toned body folding over, she bows in reverence once more. A long leg then stretches out behind her as a petite hand reaches back, digging into the sand, lifting naked flesh upward, stretching long legs wide, tiny toes pointing perfectly as she leans her head back. Sun kissed body stretched out for the pleasure of the Free, the long blades of the whip dance across firm breast as she lowers back down to yielding knees and bows to the crowd, raven locks flying across already sweat sheened skin, moving with feline grace just above the sands.

[16:26] Desma (dema.fairport) , with the allure of a she-larl, rises from the sand arms outstretched and spins as she looks back at the slaver, steel gray eyes filled with need, the whip held tight between rose hued lips. Stepping forward, a small whimper escapes her throat, hesitating for a few ihn, only to let tiny feet carry her backwards across the golden grains. Stopping, slender arms fly up, strong back arching, body displayed as if in flight, a small smile creeps upon soft lips, before quickly stepping forward and dropping to the sands, dark tresses flying forward before lifting back to agile feet. Face filled with apprehension she looks up at the slaver once more, eyes glowing in the soft tavern lights, then turns away, displaying well-toned body for the crowd.

[16:27] Desma (dema.fairport) dark lashes folding close, white teeth bite down harder on the hilt of the whip, so she doesn't drop it, careful not to leave a mark. Slender arms gracefully lower to sand covered flesh as slender fingers rake across silken skin, leaving crimson trails as she dances from Master to Master. Small whimpers escaping heated body, need filled eyes meet one, then another, scanning the crowd to see who is watching. Long legs extending, she steps lightly across the fine grains, a small grin forming upon her lips, dipping and turning, hands caressing strong thighs as lithe body folds over, dark tresses cascading down, like midnight waterfalls, as tears start to well in steel gray eyes.

[16:28] Desma (dema.fairport) steps back and turns to slaver once more as silvery tears begin to cascade down flush cheeks. Face filled with fear, she steps hesitantly towards him, folding dark lashes over nervous eyes as she moves closer. The sounds of the tabor and kaska fill the air as she turns away and spins on agile feet, tiny grains of sand flying about as she jumps in the air, arms outstretched, hips rolling seductively. With a snap of her head, dark tresses flying across her face as she turns to look at Him, cheeks covered with salty wetness, the blades of the whip fly across young breasts and snap loud, a whimper escaping her throat as small welts rise where they cracked across sensitive skin.

[16:29] Desma (dema.fairport): Tiny feet begin to dance with new life as bewildered eyes looks down at the marks across the soft skin. Rivers of tears falling down, she bends at the waist, willowy arms floating through the air, like a tarns wings in fight, agile body moving with them, raven locks dancing across golden skin. Arms outstretched she spins again quickly across the sands, tear streaked cheeks flush, she lifts soft eyes to the crowd and stops, chest heaving, breath becoming more rapid, tiny hands explore glistening body, nails digging into the taut skin of her belly as she turns back to the slaver, eyes filled with confusion as teeth bite down harder on the whip, but not enough to mark it.

[16:29] Desma (dema.fairport) turns and takes a step back, turning again she glides backward across the glass like grains, with the agility of a she-larl ready to pounce. Running forward, leaping through the air, lively body lands in the sand in front of Him. Looking up, flush face filled with respect and confusion she quickly moves away, across the sands, hands fluttering along golden skin as tears fall from need filled eyes. Stopping suddenly, leg outstretched to the side, dark tresses falling down drenched skin, she throws her head back, hand lifting to the sky. Throwing agile body forward, glorious hips beginning to gyrate with a needful frenzy as the whip cracks once more along unyielding breasts.

[16:30] Desma (dema.fairport) slowly melts to her knees, hips thrusting upward as she looks down seeing the new welts forming across sand covered skin. The whip still held tight between perfect teeth, fear filled whimpers become more intense as her need rises in her belly. Strong back arching, flowing arms dance above lust filled body, chest heaving as the sound of the tabor echoes steadily throughout the tavern. Tears falling harder down fear filled face, she looks up at the slaver once more, hips violently thrusting forward watching him, steel grays filled with trepidation as trembling hands reach upward, tracing the rivers of sweat cascading down the valley between her breasts, slender fingers finding their way to the new steel adorning slender neck.

[16:31] Desma (dema.fairport): Then, as if Odin himself struck her soul, dark rivers of hair thrash about and cling to translucent beads of glistening sweat as heated flesh dances on supple knees, need evident in her movements. Whimpering loudly, frenzied body flails across the sand as lust filled eyes lock onto His. Shrinking backwards as she looks at the slaver, silvery waterfalls streaming down frightened face, submissive body melts into obeisance, in front of him, frightened sobs heard across the sands as tiny hands find their place on either side of her head, trembling, whilst melodic, shaky voice echoes throughout the tavern as the music comes to an end. La Kajira!

Now as you can see at the end of each dance, the girls put La Kajira. This in Gorean means: I am a slave girl. Now this is the fashion in SL when performing dances to let people know your dance is over. I am by far NOT a fan of it, I think it takes away from creativity, and I really believe the girls can write something that lets the crowds know they are done dancing. Of course this is all in my opinion. 

Each girl received a trophy and gift cards for performing. I think this was a wonderful event. The event coordinator who put it all together was

Maia

I think she did a great job, and I am grateful for her taking her time to do this for us.

Our DJ was

Pudding

She was wonderful to me. She saw I was having lag issues and without hesitation played my song twice just so I could finish my dance. I know how frustrating the crowd must have been with me, but I am sorry I was severly lagged out.

Of course Master Ray the Tavern keeper is thanked for allowing us to perform in his tavern in Haifa. The place is always lively, and it is a beautiful setting. Thank you Master.

I also wish to thank Master Khon, Master Marl, Master Tanduras, and Master Koardan for allowing the slaves of Haifa to participate in such an event and granting us such lovely things to wear to entice the crowd. They are wonderful slavers, and without them I don’t think I would have been able to maintain my sanity.

Again a big round of applause for the dancers, and a GIANT thank you for the sim owners of Haifa for allowing us the ability to role play in Haifa.