Grumbling and slow bootsteps trailed away and Talia again rubbed her forehead. Turning back to the women she took a deep breath. “Alright, ladies. Dancing isn’t the same as fucking.” Her eyebrow rose slightly at the pinking of the Breton’s cheeks—damned but that girl was shy. “Dancing is about seduction. Just like when you ride him like he’s some stallion, you want the mark to be totally enthralled by you. You want him to want you. To be willing to do anything—spend anything—to possess you.” She leaned back against the wall of the practice room, arms crossed over her chest. “Now, I need to see what I’m working with.” She motioned to the girls. “Dance.”
Long moments later she let her face drop into her palm and shook her head. “Stop. For the love of Mara and Dibella, stop.” Lifting her head, she shook her head. “Do you lot just bounce on a man’s lap until he comes and then say thank you and collect your coin?” At the confused expressions she groaned. Turning to Niruin, she motioned him forward. “Alright you lot, let’s take Niruin here.” She stepped towards the elf. “Men want a fantasy. They want to believe that they are the best lovers. They are the most handsome of men. They are the smartest of creatures that are too wise to need to pay for a little recreational sex. Doesn’t matter what the truth is. It’s their illusion.” She heard the titters of contained laughter behind her and grinned up at Niruin. “Feel ready to be a test subject?”
Niruin swallowed at the positively predatory smile on Talia’s face. “Do I have a choice?”
Talia chuckled. “No.” Turning to the girls, she smiled. “A man doesn’t have to fuck you to pay for your time. In fact, some of the best dancers that I ever knew never fucked their clients.” At the hurt sound beside her she smirked. “We’re selling a dream. A myth. Look at this elf,” she began, circling Niruin slowly, trailing her fingers across his chest. “Superiorly bred Mer and all that. Finest archer that ever came out of Valenwood. A man of breeding and refinement,” her voice had dropped an octave as she practically purred out her words. “A man like this has women falling over themselves to ride his fine, thick, long cock,” she breathed, looking up at Niruin, her lips parted slightly as she gazed lustily up at him.
Niruin swallowed nervously. He hadn’t counted on her words making him hard enough to drive his cock through a stone wall. Offering to be a test subject might be an object lesson in teasing—one he might not survive. “Talia?”
Just as quickly her expression shifted, the look of pure hunger gone. “Shut up, Niruin,” she cautioned, stepping towards the girls, her eyes gleaming. “Fantasy, remember?” she tossed over her shoulder.
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Long moments later she let her face drop into her palm and shook her head. “Stop. For the love of Mara and Dibella, stop.” Lifting her head, she shook her head. “Do you lot just bounce on a man’s lap until he comes and then say thank you and collect your coin?” At the confused expressions she groaned. Turning to Niruin, she motioned him forward. “Alright you lot, let’s take Niruin here.” She stepped towards the elf. “Men want a fantasy. They want to believe that they are the best lovers. They are the most handsome of men. They are the smartest of creatures that are too wise to need to pay for a little recreational sex. Doesn’t matter what the truth is. It’s their illusion.” She heard the titters of contained laughter behind her and grinned up at Niruin. “Feel ready to be a test subject?”
Niruin swallowed at the positively predatory smile on Talia’s face. “Do I have a choice?”
Talia chuckled. “No.” Turning to the girls, she smiled. “A man doesn’t have to fuck you to pay for your time. In fact, some of the best dancers that I ever knew never fucked their clients.” At the hurt sound beside her she smirked. “We’re selling a dream. A myth. Look at this elf,” she began, circling Niruin slowly, trailing her fingers across his chest. “Superiorly bred Mer and all that. Finest archer that ever came out of Valenwood. A man of breeding and refinement,” her voice had dropped an octave as she practically purred out her words. “A man like this has women falling over themselves to ride his fine, thick, long cock,” she breathed, looking up at Niruin, her lips parted slightly as she gazed lustily up at him.
Niruin swallowed nervously. He hadn’t counted on her words making him hard enough to drive his cock through a stone wall. Offering to be a test subject might be an object lesson in teasing—one he might not survive. “Talia?”
Just as quickly her expression shifted, the look of pure hunger gone. “Shut up, Niruin,” she cautioned, stepping towards the girls, her eyes gleaming. “Fantasy, remember?” she tossed over her shoulder.