Holiday Group Dance 2015

Dec 18, 2015

Port Haifa

The Dance Pavilion at Port Haifa

The Town Crier yells, "Don't miss the event - slaves surprising the Haifa Free in dance!
A fun afternoon at the Port Haifa Dance Pavilion. Snow Mistwood opened the event with a lively rendition of the Grinchy She-Urt. 

Snow Mistwood Dancing as a Grinchy She-Urt

Then House of Khon and private slaves of Haifa citizens took to the sands in lovely holiday red silks created by Thistle (Shirin Adored) of *SOIR* Designs. Each slave participated by preparing a dance emote. Here is their dance...

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Snow wets lips before gently blowing into the flute, a melodic skirl fills the pavilion. Nods as fingers press to cover carved holes in the wooden instrument appearing to call the slaves by name to dance, "Come, Dina, Callie, Twenty Two, and Melantha... On toes, Feather, Misty, Lehna and Twenty Five... To my side, Ritzy, Rowena, Nalani and Sucha... Dash to the pit, Tia, Sylvia and Thistle."

Snow snaps close left eyelid, twinkling a wink to her Master as the girls present in gracefully poses, sashes of bright red criss-crossing their supple supple frames like ribbons adorning packages. Caresses the firmness of the wind instrument tips of fingers wavering as the sound softens, her puffs of air becoming less frequent. Cants head toward Se to lead the lovelies in dance.

Dina smiles and looks at Mistress Merriel and says with joyful delight "Greetings, my Mistress and happy holidays," begins moving around her arms waving as the slave shows her elegance and exquisite beauty as a dancer. A soft moan escapes as the girl named Dina moves and beams with great love for the one who owns the girl, "I hope to always be pleasing for you Mistress and always be able to improve on everything I do," smiles and continues on with the dance.

Callista's slave heart pulses a rhythm equal to that of the skilled musicians as she continues to dance. This day is a perfect reminder to the importance of her place within the city and her duty to serve the Free. It is to them that she owes her life, to them she owes her education, her security and her joy. For the Free, she glides with grace swaying this way and that as her arms seems to float in perfect unison with the melodic song that plays.

Twenty Two feels her heart begin to race as she recalls  the sting at her mouth, she trembled at the head slavers feet after he cuffed her whilst begging to be kept. Thoughts then drift to the agonizing pain she felt as she was strapped to the gurney by the Chief physician for her shots, shudders as she then remembers the terrifying moment she danced for Master Raythorn, her first ever dance for a free. These lessons learned forever helping this slave as she continues to grow.

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Melantha smiles as dances recalls kneeling at His side for the first time
staying silent as He spoke, her heart beating fast as her Master looked down
i fight to keep my gaze lowered not meeting His

the world begins to spin as His eyes fill with amusement
-her small body continues to dance she remembers the Master's words
When He would speak she always nodded and stayed silent

as she counted on her fingers trying to keep up with His quick mind
His words always made her tilt her head in wonder

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Vulo Feather thinks of the soft Vulo feather that Mistress Auriel had kicked toward her, clean now of snow and dirt and resting in her pen, and smiles, remembering the moment when she got her name and feels the joy bubble up inside all over again.

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Misty runs like a scared puppy-dog when my owner, the warrior,  finishes his rounds. Quickly hides like an imp when the head slaver is nearby. Feels sudden heart beats due to fear when knocking on the Chief Scribe's door to see if she desires some hot tea.

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Lehna's emerald eyes peruse the crowd, thoughtful gaze resting a few ihn on each face, recollecting much care and discipline as she dances her heart to express the gratitude she cannot speak.
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Lehna smiles, thinking fondly of the encouragement of the dance judge Slaver, the patience of the knowledgeable Red Commander, and the gentle care of the quiet Head Physician.
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stretches lithe limbs, sculpted arms reaching, yearning to encompass all the free in her embrace.

Twenty Five recalls the cold snowy breeze on the hard wooden planks against her kneeling knees and the deep thrust of thumps her heart placed against her naked chest when the large slaver with long silver locks placed a metal collar around the frame of her neck. A wise slaver she will always respect for he made her feel safe even though she was now owned.

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Ritzy’s blue eyes nervously gaze the decorated pavilion until they find Master Storm, our sagacious commander, the owner of Tissia, and he is an exceedingly wise Master she highly respects and fears.  The commander inimitably has taught her many lessons, and with deep gratitude her heart swells with obeisance. This slave is exceedingly grateful for his guidance and care.
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Loves to spend idle time dozing and looking up into the tree tops while resting on Emm’s log at the campfire hill. On a recent breezy winter night my blue eyes admired the reflections of the three moons as their beams glowed and glistened among our snowy paths. Never forgetting to keep a watchful eye for Emm, or another Free while on the log and breathing in the aroma of the dancing flames. Reminiscing the snowball fights, the great classes and always admiring the in-depth creativity brought to us by Emm.

Rowena

Silks swirling and twirling about her limbs to the sound of the Gorean winds.
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Baby blues flashing bright catch her Master in their sight.
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Reaching for the whip on his hip, so recent has her heat  burned from its stinging kiss.
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You, My Master, to please you is a must, my desires my heart
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This kajira's one and only is given for your all for your pleasure.

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Nalani's sapphire eyes take in each of the free, sparkling with gratitude as a rosey glow lights up milky features. Tiny feet flirt with the ground as slender arms tease, daring the free to read the silent words forming on pink hued lips, "Each of you have played a part in my growth as a kajira, to each of you this slave is so grateful. This beast wishes each of you the happiest and safest of holiday seasons." Nalani giggles softly as she continues to entertain and please.

Sucha's feet sink into golden grains, hips sway like a pendulum; directed by tabor beats.  Staccato drumbeats keep time with sensuous movements as hips roll, moving to beguile electric blue eyes of the healer.
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 Back arches in graceful supplication as cinnamon tree branches unfurl from her trunk twisting towards the sky enchanting snowflakes’ kisses.  Fingertips burgeon with ripe inky fruit releasing oil, which meanders across her bark to fertile mound.  Instinctively, the beast slows her spins across the sands as tabor drums quell.
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“Sucha, I need cinnamon oil.” He commands…. In complete adoration, she gathers the oil and quickly returns to His side...The physician helps the free and kajirae by keeping us all in the best of health.  Thank you for your healer's touch.

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Tia thinks back to two years ago when she came into Port Haifa a forlorn slave and acting like a bratty child. "I am here because my Master furred me and abandoned me." she says forlornly to a beautiful blonde woman in a yellow striped blue dress. "You are an abandoned slave girl?" inquires the stranger and when Tegan replies "Yes Mistress" the woman softly replies "Very well, you shall be collared".
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Tia flashes back to the present and looks about smiling "I want to say thank you to Mistress Nymea, my Mistress, for taking in a troubled bratty princess of a slave and sculpting me into who I am today." as tanned flesh and dark auburn locks blur as slave body twirls in dance.

Sylvia exquisite and elegant swirls stumble as her face turns pale at trembling memory of not the wrath of Khon but the wrath of Merriel upon seeing a slave sip discards from a ka-la-na goblet. Asked if she stole, the slave says no.
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Thinks discards are nobodies but learns she was wrong. Terror forces the little slave to her knees before Mistress Fury. Stripped, lashed, name changed to Liar.  Do not doubt the Mistress' lessons will never be forgotten.

Thistle's head tilts up, tiny nose catching the wisps of perfume that linger in the air, dispersed by dancing beauties. Blue eyes scan the audience, resting upon the one that named her Sultry, he who owns her. Eyes glisten with love as the thought of how he turned her into a soft and delicious slave inflame a kajira's belly.

• Tia (Samantha Avium): La kajira!!
• Dina (MelMelz3): La- Kajira
• Thistle (Shirin Adored): La kajira
• Twenty Five (BrennaEericka): La kajira!
• Sylvia (Samithay )La kajira
• Nalani (dancinggal2014): La Kajira!
• Callista (callista417): La kajira!
• Rowena (ElineScorpio Resident): La Kajira!
• ﻜησѡ (Snow Mistwood): La kajira
• Vulo Feather (TrueHawke): La Kajira!
• Sucha (veriegood): La kajira

Aytul's Graduation

Graduation has come again to the shores of Port Haifa.  After a long day of games and serves at our new Inn, Master Khon took his slave to the auction block to put her through her paces.  His belt was heavy with coin exchanged by Master Gladius, also a slaver of Port Haifa, who wisely invested some of his father's inheritance to rent this kajira before Khon raises the price.

This moving sketch captures the art of her graduation dance.  As Emm mentioned, it takes the work of many hands to train such fine gems of Thassa.

Haifa Dancers - RFL Expo and Judges Panel

As usual, Port Haifa was well represented in the Gorean dance community.  This weekend held a special event to raise money for Relay for Life.  Organized by some esteemed Haifa Alumn - Master Nevar and his exquisite Maia, a set of dancers performed some of their finest work to raise coin for good cause.  They were followed by a group dance of Free and Slave alike, which in turn was followed by a Judges panel.  Port Haifa's own Koardan had the honor to sit upon this panel where all could as questions about the art of dance from a judges perspective.

Snow's Dance

 I will share and excerpt from her dance.

 Zarlit circles, humming to her ear, “I once had a dream of crystal streams and lavender skies. There drifts languid moons, as I gaze upon them, my head soon begins to swoon.”

Snow blinks, nearly stumbling at what she imagines but catches herself. With a soft moan of despair she pushes forward, willowy arms lifting through the warm air. Hand reaches out and fingers curl inward as if motioning the fly closer to satisfy a need to believe it is real. Smiling, doleful eyes acknowledge what her heart longs to hear.

Judges Panel

The Judges panel followed.  Ramius, Nevar, Koardan, and Lady Janette participated on the panel. Here is an excerpt from Koardan.

Maia: Master Koardan do you have any words for a new dancer?
Koardan: Don't get discouraged, take classes. Know the whole art, but focus on your special mojo, and be yourself.

Fit the theme.  Don't bring poetry to a BTB event, and don't give up on your poetry if that is your special niche. Bring it to exhibition.

Never discourage an organizer, sponsor, judge, or dancer - we are one community.  The work is hard, and pay is low. Only the art, our passion, and friendship to each other brings it life.

Koardan: #

janette Inglewood claps
Nevar  "Amen!"
ElieB "WOOT!"
Maia claps loudly

New Dancers Compete

Over 60 Goreans gathered at Port Haifa's dance pavilion in the 9th month of the year 10164 CA (November 23rd, 2013) to see the skills of 8 new dancers - all competing for the first time.  They girls all followed the theme of Gorean dance.

  The event was judged by Khon, head slaver of Port Haifa, and two other slavers of the House of Khon - Koardan and Marl - all slavers of Port Haifa. The local perfume merchant, Venicus led the proceedings which had been organized by the kajirae Maia and Phaedra, and sung by Pudding (DJ).
 

Port Haifa was pleased to acquire sponsorship from

• Luma from long songs by Luma

• Forth Shepherd from ARomantic

• Thistle from SOIR Design: Designer of Gorean clothing both Free and slave

• Venicus of House of Venicus Rex's Elixirs & Essences

Results

1. Thistle
2. Raven
3. Tied: Tina & Jorah

In this entry we will highlight some of the work of the dancers and staff. I quote their 2nd and 2nd to last emotes to give you a feel for their talent. Seek out the dancer or their owner for a complete rendition of their dance. Let me, Koardan, know of any questions with this scroll.

Maia watches with Phaedra as the fruits of their hard work unfold

Follow my tarn then, as we land at Port Haifa's dance pavilion. After weeks of hard work lead by Maia, the pavilion was ready for the event. You may be familiar with Maia and Phaedra who have won many competitions in their own right.

A local Merchant of perfumes, Venicus, paced the event with background on each dancer as well as the Academy at Port Haifa.

Master Venicus - Perfume Merchant of Port Haifa

The Dancers take the sands

 Venicus then ordered the dancers into the pit, one by one.

1 Layla

"Layla is owned by Master Tayl, Commander of the Scarlet caste here in Port Haifa. She is a graduate of the House of Khon training academy. Layla will be dancing a tether dance to music by Selena Gomez. She says, "This dance is for you my Master!"

In her tether dance, Layla chose to wear a pink swathe around her hips allowing full breasts exposed to highlight the tether draped from her neck.

Let's sample a few of her emotes.  In her second post you can see the tension imposed by the tether.

Layla looks up with fire blazing in eyes, fury runs through veins as the tether holds in place. Raising slender arms, twisting hands, to free from the confining chain. Wrapping and using body to pull, hands moving to feel for the clip along the collar, spinning around seeing the eyes watching from the shadows, anger erupts from deep within. Full voluptuous breasts heave as body squirms under the strength of tether and loss of freedom.

Her 2nd to last emote shows the crescendo of her dance

Layla splits pliable legs lowering to the sands, pulling the tether over rosy skin, writhing under the cool touch of unhanded links. Drawing on inner pyre of slave belly, wipes the fear from all corners of mind. Bringing to life as body sweeps in rolling waves, what it is to be a tethered slave. 

After watching this dance it made me want to hammer posts in every building to better hold a heavy chain for each Kajira.

2 Tina (tied for 3rd)

"Tina is owned by the House of Khon, and she was given the name Tina by the head slaver of Haifa. She is a level three red silk studying here in Port Haifa. This dance is the first Tina has ever performed and she wishes to thank all Free and Kajirae alike for proving helpful hints along the way."

In her dance of the newly collared slave girl, Tina chose to wear a deep red camisk top with matching swathe around full hip, accented by a gold chain.

She opened with this quote from the works of John Norman

"The piece was excellent, in its melodic lines, its moods, and shifts. It was one of my favorites. But never before had I danced to it in terror. Never before had I danced to it before men."~Dancer of Gor~ (p. 33)

Tina coral lips curve in a fleeting smile as the lilting melody momentarily soothes taut nerves. Floating crimson fabric a stark contrast to the cream of rounded ass cheeks as they thrust high into the air. Like the flow of a cascading waterfall, the slave lowers herself down onto her knees, watching the soft sands part like rivers from the weight of her body. Slowly crawls forward with the feline grace of a larl as azure eyes lock upon the stern face of her owner. Pausing for a few Ihn, pert breasts thrust forward as skyward palms curl inwards as if trying to lure his gaze to tempting flesh.

And her later emotes continue:

“Tina shimmering fragments of golden crystals fly through the air as belled ankles flex and feet lift before striking down against the sands. Sensitive skin quivers in torment from the frequent brush of silk, each display of lush curves growing more overt betraying the rising tide of desire within.”

3 Thistle (First Place)

"Thistle, a slave owned and trained by the House of Khon, dances today for not only the pleasure of men but in the hopes to please the Master that became to mean so much to her. She has studied hard at Port Haifa Training Academy where she hopes to be allowed to continue to assist in the training of the kajirae."

• This devoted but timid kajira shows a different side today as she dances a sa-eela dance to the sad tunes of the flute

First, Thistle set the scene with this introduction:

~Please picture a girl, chained near the dance pit. The cold steel parting her from desires, hopes and passions. 
~Many lonely nights have passed, waiting for her chance to dance. Her soft blue eyes vacant of expression flit over the row of girls, hands clutched around the cold steel. 
~The sound of voices and laughter of the Free ring through the air. She is forced to watch as other slaves are chosen, yet she remains overlooked. Restless she shifts on her heels. Hoping today will be the day…….

Thistle 's eyes come to life, sparkle with a fire coming from deep within. Holding a tef of the warm grains of sand, letting it seep through stretched fingers. Soft tender lips pucker up, back arches, displaying a slaves body in sensual seduction. Crawling backwards on all fours, crossed wrists held out to the Masters as a silent beg. "Please find Thistle pleasing" words no more then a murmur.

Thistle looks up with baited breath when he reaches down to her with a grin, gripping blond hair and pulling her to his chest, raping a kiss from hot lips. Lust filled body melts against him, slave heart ignites with excitement. Her dance had finally come, this once was enough, this master would take her. As fast as her oblivious joy consumed her, sudden panic fills her as she catches a glimpse of the chains, whips her gaze to his cold eyes, body silently quivers, dismay floods through chilled veins. Desperate moan flows over kissed lips as he carries her towards the poles.

4 Raven (2nd Place)

"Raven is owned by Master Forth, gem merchant of Port Haifa, and she is currently in training at the House of Khon."

Venicus introduces the dancer: "Our fourth dancer is Raven. Raven is owned by Master Forth, gem merchant of Port Haifa, and she is currently in training at the House of Khon."

Venicus continues. "Her owner had these words to say about her: "My Raven has blossomed as a dancer since beginning lessons, and she has shown that her sensuous personality and exquisite power of attention to detail are superbly well-suited to the discipline of dance. Although Raven is commonly a quiet, even shy, girl, when she expresses herself in dance her true personality emerges to wondrous effect'."

 Raven will be performing a Need Dance to Insommia by Al Marconi

"A dancer kneels quietly in a dimly-lit tavern when her expressive face instinctively rises as the master she adores enters the room. Immediately sparkles of happiness brighten her eyes. She has waited for him all day, eager to serve, but to her dismay another girl reaches his side first. A small foot stomps down angrily just as the command booms 'RAVEN DANCE!'"

“Raven Shepherd arches supple back as sheer silk wraps around slender thighs like crimson tongues licking steaming sensitive flesh. Lustrous softness clings to glistening curves as limp, hot body melts into welcoming sand. Nipples rise taut with desire, straining against silken bonds as if begging to be stripped bare. Moans softly, as though free of all inhibitions as slave fire burns wild and desire grows out of control.”

5 Laci

Laci is owned by Master Nick Washborne, previously a resident here in Port Haifa but now residing in the City of Vigo.

Laci has attend training schools in Haifa and Ko-ro-ba, she is currently enrolled in the City of Vigo dance school where she hopes to graduate in the next few weeks. She says, "When it came time to dance, this was something she looked at with fear and although she loves to dance for her master, this is her first written dance and she hopes to make her owner proud". She would also like to Master Khon for allowing her to return and perform as such as special event.

• Laci will be performing a Need Dance to Sovereign by Kevin Macleod.

Laci: "This girl works in a dimly lit tavern, the Free are sitting around in quiet conversations. Slaves are running back and forth serving. The aroma of black wine and paga floats in the air. Having watched each of the tavern dance girls perform before her, it is now her turn to dance. Ordered by her master to please others while he is away, knowing if so, she would be rewarded, she silently steps into the dance pit. Looking around nervously seeing other masters before her, standing quietly, arms down at her side, slowly starting her dance."

Laci takes a few measured steps forward toward what appears to be a friendly face, as supple form sways softly to the sorrowful tones of the Kalika, that float in the air. Bites down on lower lip as tiny hands clasp with frustration at the burning fire she feels inside.

Laci softly setting down to the warm sand, feeling it between her toes, and on moistened body, as she rolls around the sand, begging and hoping the Masters will accept her plea. Grinding, rolling, and changing position, reaching out, like branches in the wind, bending backwards, lying down, twisting with passion. Hearing the conversations stop, raising her chin, as she feels all eyes are upon her for the first time, Waiting for an answer that might not come.

6 Tissia

Venicus: "Tissia is the private slave or Master Storm, Captain of Port Haifa. She is a graduate of the Port Haifa Training Academy, and is En'Sa-fora of the House of Khon. She continues to enjoy teaching there and helping in the training of slaves. Today she dances for the pleasure of men, and especially for her master."

• Tissia will be dancing to Fantasy Realm by Derek & Brandon Fletchter.

Tissia paces to the dance pit, eyes downcast and stubborn set to chin. Whimsical bells dangling from slender ankle are the only sound in the suddenly quiet area, their cheerful jangle a counterpoint to her demeanor. Stepping down to the sands, emerald jewels glance back at him with last entreaty. Receiving nothing hopeful, she turns and closes her eyes. Taking in a deep breath the dancer signals to the musicians with a defeated nod. 

Tissia's raven tresses flourish in a gust of chilly wind and gaze follows the path of a stray leaf as it frolics upon the breeze and gambols towards her. Petite hands interlace as if mirroring its flutter and torso oscillates to emulate the rise and fall of brightly coloured companion upon fickle winds. Tinkling laugh bursts from full lips to join the notes of the musicians as she twists and weaves, pursuing the lead of her arboreal partner.

Tissia falls to knees before him, body seeming to bend to his will as it arches like the bow he carries; another of his possessions to be molded and tuned to his preference. Tears sparkle like diamonds upon creamy cheeks as the deep forest of her eyes disappear, sooty lashes shuttering tightly. Low moan spills to his feet as she seems to lose herself in a mist of need and despair. Pushing upward, helpless to contain burst of motion, she twists in sinuous circle, as if chasing something just out of reach.

 

7 Jorah (tied for 3rd)

Venicus: "Jorah is owned by myself, Master Venicus, Perfumer of Port Haifa, and she was honored recently to be made Third Girl of the House of Khon. She says "My dance is a submissive story of a girl, very new to Gor and how she became inspired to learn to dance and acceptance of her new live as a Gorean slave. This followed a dance class I attended at the Port Haifa Dance Pavilion, the setting for my dance today. The class was given by Phaedra, just two days into my Gorean life, though my story is set in my first week here in Gor. A barbarian girl, wakening to her life in Gor through her dance. If I may thank Phaedra for inspiring me. Master Ray for his permission in allowing Thais to do her magic with my music... thank you Thais and Maia, for her continued encouragement to all of us that are new to Gorean dance.

• Jorah will be dancing to Watermark by Enya.

Jorah kneels at the edge of the dance pavilion, expression softened as if paused in a moments thought, "she was a beautiful dancer" she whispers seemingly recalling a kajira she had seen there just days before. Gazing around the area, not a soul to be seen. Soft blue eyes widen in awe as a glisten of sun light shines down to sprinkle across the sandy grains, where the dancer had set her heart alight with thoughts of one day dancing to please. Flora's flutter and fauna's patter wafts in sweet song around her, as the warmth of the morning Lar-Torvis beats over her near naked skin.

 Jorah feels a stirring build deep inside, a sensual knot in her tummy beneath a flush of warming skin. A natural longing to serve and please heightened by arousing movement in her dance. Graceful limbs dip and stretch, carrying her body through sensual motions. Her untouched body cautiously moves with increasing desire. The new Gorean slave girl has awakened with need, acceptance of her slavery. "I can dance, I am slave, I can dance" calls out with breathy joy.

8 Nishtah

Nishtah is owned by Master Enigma, entertainer of Port Haifa. Nishtah says "I do not think of myself as a dancer, nor do i feel myself worthy or adequate to to compete with anyone in the realm of dance. But it pleases my Master to see me dance, so I dance, now for his pleasure and for the pleasure of men.

• Nishtah will be dancing a Placatory dance called I'm NOT a DANCER to Endless Love.

nishtah stumbles into the pit, kicking at the sand, her cheeks stained with the chalky white residue from her salty tears. She falls to her knees, shaking and shuddering, not knowing if from anger or sheer disappointment in herself. Tiny hands grip tefs of sand, clutching it tightly in her palms. Lifting her hands, only to pound them back down again in frustration. She hurls the fine granules back into the sea of sand and cries out through a flood of tears, "I'm NOT a DANCER!"

nishtah's toned and limber form gradually transforms as she lets the dance speak to her. Softening, humbling and renewed. Gracefully, elegantly she dances, each movement more alive than the next. Sapphire eyes close, letting everything else fade away, there is nothing else but the dance. The dance she performs for her Master. As though a weight has been lifted, shapely curves billow and sway, as the branches of a willow in a summer breeze. Slowly and sensuously, exquisite form bends and contorts. Cerulean eyes open in a flash, as slave comes to realization. "I could be pleasing. I can be pleasing. Maybe I AM pleasing. Maybe... I could be a dancer."

The dancers conclude, and Venicus announces the winners.

Applause ensues for all the dancers and staff.  Slowly, the sands fall silent as the Free and slave seek the path back to their homes.