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 Posted: Wed Apr 01, 2009 6:17 pm
She chewed her lower lip as he confirmed her inquiry, eyes still bright with interest as she giggled quietly at his wink. Even if she didn't complete understand whatever it was he was winking at, it seemed appropriate. Considering for a moment, she sat still as he ran his fingertips through her curls, hesitating before speaking decisively, "I'd like to see you perform."
Whatever the 'right touches' were, Aemilia hadn't the slightest idea, but she understood his offer for something from his closet. She didn't own much by way of clothes, having only what she had arrived at Cirque in and a handful of things she had managed to pick up in their travels - an outfit, or two. "Oh, I'd love to. If you really don't mind, I mean..." The idea was tantalizing enough that she sat up a bit straighter at the possibility, but his question made her frown slightly in redirected thought.
"A little, but not so well. I'm not as good at it as Hazina or the girls at Moulin Rouge, but they showed me a few things."
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Posted: Wed Apr 01, 2009 6:31 pm
___"They're all nice girls, really they are, but they perform. Dancing is a completely different art altogether. Being able to incorporate it is talented but to simply rely upon the dance as the performance, now that is talent." He might have been preening himself and his ego, just a little bit. Shen didn't mean to, possibly, the probability was all there but really, who was anyone to judge. "I'd be more than happy to show you a few steps, either from the leader or follower." He considered her thoughtfully.
___"You'd look stunning in a red number." Shen mused quietly to himself. "Low-cut, off the shoulder, tight around the bodice." He nibbled his thumb as he imagined it, and felt a naughty grin begin to spread across his face as he daydreamed into space. Bringing himself back he felt, for some reason, sheepish. This girl was trying to have a real conversation with him and all he was doing was letting his libido drive. Aemilia was the kind of girl you wanted a friendship with, at least, at first. He shivered slightly, invisibility has a lot of possibilities.
___"Come by my trailer sometime and we'll pick something glamorous out for you. People of all genders will be throwing themselves at your feet." He crowed. "I'll teach you a few tricks for body language and then I'll take you out for a night on whatever town we're in, dance the night away."
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Posted: Wed Apr 01, 2009 6:49 pm
Listening to him speak, she realized that it made perfect sense before she noticed that he seemed increasingly proud. Realizing he was referring to his own act, albeit in a roundabout and indirect manner, she couldn't help but smile approvingly. He was silly, and amusing, but not in a way that made her patronizing so much as it made her feel at home, and at ease. And considering how little time they had actually known one another, it was reassuring. His confidence was definitely contagious. Perhaps there was the possibility of having another friend here at the Cirque.
She watched him daydream, one brow arching considerably higher than the other, but she remained patient. It didn't last more than a few fractions of a second anyway, and she smiled when his vision cleared and he seemed back in place, "I could try something like that on."
Again, her brow arched, "That's a good thing? The throwing at my feet?" She smiled all the same at the possibility of learning how to dance, and spending a night on the town with Shen. "I'd love to learn a few tricks for... body language." Not that she knew what it implied, but it couldn't be that bad.
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Posted: Wed Apr 01, 2009 6:57 pm
___"Oh babe, it's better than good. You'll be a goddess, adored, worshiped. A muse! Flowers and gifts forever in your arms!" He purposely exaggerated, being as flamboyant as possible. Shen wasn't lying, she could have men weeping at her feet with some time, but then he wondered if he really wanted her to be that kind of person. She was so sweet otherwise, it would be a crime to make her ... well ... like him.
___"Body language, is talking without using your mouth. It's using your everything else to communicate. From the swish of your hips, to a teasing smile, the subtle movement of a shoulder. It all counts as talking, and sometimes you can even yell as loud as possible with it." A woman who knew how to use her self to talk, was sexy. It was a dead sexier language of love than French or any kind of phone sex operator voice. Being that men were mostly visual helped as well.
___"Of course it doesn't have to communicate sex. It can come across as sadness, kindness, repose ... Any emotion you can think of. It illustrates all you are with a single gesture. As they say, actions speak much louder than words." Shen finished with pride.
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