A dance

The words hung for a moment in the air, before they echoed across history.

Tsan smiled at the request, flicking one foot to send the robe draping over the back of the couch. The entire dynamic of the place changed at his choice, the lights seeming to dim further, the plush carpet underfoot suddenly standing at attention while the plush leather couch seemed to give way, molding to him as if making him comfortable for the journey.

The slender elf sat back on the table behind her, before swinging her legs under her and pushing herself up. She had her stage, and the audience, even if it was just him, was wrapped around her every motion as she twisted and stretched lightly. Swaying around, she looked back to him as Sadie returned, slipping to her knees and taking her drink from the violet-haired elf.

When she sipped the expensive whiskey, he watched the appreciation in her face, the elf's eyes closing as she held it on her tongue before swallowing. "Where's an elf like you get a taste for such things?" He mused, sipping his own. The drink was strong and peaty, a single-malt by the taste, and he could feel the strength in it. It was a beverage that spoke of thick oaken beams, cigars and silken dresses, the hallmarks of civilization far from this beleaguered town.

"The man who raised me had a taste for it." She said, her tone leaving little room for additional discussion. At her request, he offered over another copper coin, and she rolled it along her knuckles for just a moment before flinging it across the room where it hit the battered brass and wooden box in the corner.

Petty magic whirled for a moment, jangling keys and delivering harsh tones that grated the ears, then came a decisive THUMP. Then another. And another. Like some great draconic heart coming to life within the brothel. He watched the ripples form in her drink, still mostly untouched at the corner of the table.

His eyes tracked back to her, just another skinny elf, this one perched on a table in a brothel, another unfortunate soul ground beneath the fall of her race. She looked almost fragile up there, as if a stiff breeze might carry her, along with the lingering clouds of cigar smoke that lingered near the ceiling off to distant lands.

And yet.

The stage seemed to magnify her somehow, intensify the elf, bringing her into sharp focus as she took command of the room. Some part of him frowns as he eyes her face, that look of focus that gives her features a noble bearing more fitting to ancient elvish queens than a lowly whore.

Then she's moving, swaying, spinning with the thrum of the bass, her feet gliding across the little stage, while she spins and writhes, tantalizing the onlookers with offers of what her body could do with them, for them, to them.

He doesn't even see when her bra comes away, the motion is quick and smooth. He's never seen it done that way, not drawn out but almost with sleight of hand, but then she's on all fours before him, letting him appreciate her small, firm breasts, each pink nipple pierced with a silver ring.

He gave a soft groan, Sadie's attentive tongue helping draw the sound from him as she made the dance far more immersive. Kneeling between his legs, she'd taken him to the hilt, her throat working around his cock as she peered up at him, those violet eyes expressing nothing but adoration and wanton lust.

Meanwhile Tsan had managed to remove her panties, and was left naked save the brothel's collar around her neck. As the elf gyrated on stage he admired the way the sweat glistened on her skin, giving her an oiled look that only served to make him throb more urgently in Sadie's mouth.

Running her hands down her own body, the elvish dancer gave him a wide grin as she dropped to her knees at the edge of the stage, leaning forward to rest her hands on his knees so she could lean close, pressing her lips to his neck, kissing at the stubble there.

His hand rose, drifting along her ribs, and then down to her hip, before sliding across her lower belly, just over her womb, feeling the brand there. "That's a Hetzing dance there, kitten." He gave a loud moan, emptying his balls into Sadie's tight throat.

She offered a giggle. "I think Sadie did all the work." She purred out, slipping back from him, and settling to her bare rear on the table. Reaching out for her drink, she raised it towards the bouncer, who'd apparently slipped inside for the show, and a pair of figures sitting at one of the nearby tables, also enraptured. For a few moments there was the sound of coins landing on the table as those watching, even the bouncer, tossed tips her way.

Letting Sadie tuck him away, he watched with amusement as Tsan scrambled to collect the coins, pushing them into a slot in the table. Only once it was all squirreled away did the dancer settle onto the couch next to him, not bothering with clothes or objecting to him running his fingers over her flesh.

"You girls make a great team. You work together often?" He questioned, content to drink and enjoy the night now that more urgent needs had been sated.

"Tsanny and I started around the same time. She's always been good to me." Sadie giggled, drawing a rush of blood to Tsan's cheeks.

He chuckled, hooking a finger into Tsan's collar and tugging her forward playfully. "Oh? Miss attitude has a bit of a submissive streak?" He teased.

Tsan looked mortified but Sadie picked up on his excitement. "You have no idea. She whimpers so nicely after a few spanks."

"That so..." He smirked at Sadie, enjoying the thought of her tormenting her friend. "Maybe we can test that out later tonight, with the three of us?"

Sadie giggled once more, eyes lighting with a bit of sadism, "I bet we could make a game of it... the winner is the one that can make Tsan give me all her tips for the night."

Tsan looked at Sadie in horror, speechless at the prospect.

"Well that does sound like fun." He reached into his cloak and drew out something shiny. "But perhaps we'd better get started sooner rather than later, since it's getting into morning."

"Oooh, what's that?" Like a magpie, Sadie had locked onto the metal object in his hands.

He chuckled. "Oh this? Just a trinket from the North. I'm something of a treasure hunter, between more ordinary jobs. This was made by your people to tell time." He showed Sadie the face, where a sun swung about the center of the device on a tiny arm.

"How clever. But I suppose all magic is clever until it goes wrong." She huffed.

Turning towards Tsan, he showed her the device. "You can touch it." He encouraged with a smile, seemingly happy to show off yet another bit of wealth to keep the pair's attention.