Dancing Through the Dark (for angel)

Nulta was a quiet city, all things considered. It was a large place, but it wasn't like it was a trading hub or a major market for anything. It merely sat a little off the beaten path, a restful retreat for those who wanted a place to relax or retire. What it lacked in physical exports, it more than made up for with a bountiful of amount of entertainment. Artists, playwrites, dancers, musicians, all flocked to this place.

And so did those who had an interest in such things. Like Tarro. A mercenary guide who specialized in getting his charges through the wilderness unharmed, the wolf often stopped here on his returns home to take in the sights and the sounds around him. He had a deep appreciation for the musical arts, but today he had decided to go to a dancing house and entertain some of his more 'base' instincts. He had heard that there were a few new dancers about who specialized in more stirring dances than normal.

And so he paid his fair, set his pack and his sword to the side, and sat down to enjoy a bit of fun, watching and waiting for the curtain to rise.

[Angel]

Like many dancing houses, drinks were served. A topless kitten winked at the wolf as she poured his drink. On stage, however, the real entertainment was beginning. As a local musician played his instrument, a snow white mouse boy came to the stage, dressed only in a tiny, flowing piece of fabric which barely covered his front, and showed much of his voluptuous backside.

The mouse swayed about elegantly, his dance enchanting, adding to the natural draw of his beauty.

Tarro smiled and watched, enraptured, leaning back and sipping his drink softly. The mouse certainly knew how to move. It was rather rare to see male dancers around here, actually. I twas a nice change of pace.

[Angel]

The mouse noticed the wolf watching him, and smiled. As he danced, he made his way over, winking at the wolf, making sure he got a nice view. It was normal for the dancers to focus on potential interests if able. In this case, the mouse had the eyes of a hunky wolf, and wanted to keep them.

Tarro grinned and leaned back, his smile widening as the mouse approached, his eyes rolling over the mouse's body lustily, resting on his swaying hips and pudgy backside.

[Angel]

Those child bearing hips swayed a while longer, until the song ended. The last move had the mouse spin a tad... And offer his hand to Tarro, to see if he wished for company.

Tarro blinked, but he smiled and reached out, taking the offered hand, his palm much larger than the mouse's tiny ones. "Well well... what is your name, young man?" he asked gently.

[Angel]

"My name is Marius, sir wolf." he said, giving him a smile. His voice was velvety smooth, and pampered. "And I believe you could use a little company, no?" he asked with a wink.

Tarro nodded and smiled happily. "Hmhm, I'd like that very much." He stroked his hand gently. "What did you ahve in mind?"

[Angel]

"Ohh, a few drinks, a bit of conversation to start... See where it leads." the mouse said to him, his voice practically a soft purr.