Exit: A Dance for Her, for Thee, for Me~

...before I know it, for some reason, the magic fades.

I blink, and take a happy breath of air and pleasant surprise. It seems the device has deigned to release me, because a quick inspection of the dancing chambers reveals none but me are here. I let out a quick giggle of exultation as I bask in my freedom for a moment, relieved my faith was well-placed, and then immediately begin to practice.

After all, I can't put on a poor showing for my Master. Especially if I'm going to be performing for the Princess as well!

I stretch and begin to practice my moves. I don't have any music, but I've danced for Master long enough to have a good deal of it memorized. I can hum a tune for myself. It's a bit of a pity there's no audience, but I don't have to worry about Master interrupting, so I can dance freely while I wait. I love my Master, and I do so adore performing for him, but he has a bad habit of distracting me while I try to practice.

He's quite a naughty man, after all~

It isn't long before the door opens. By pleasant happenstance, I had meandered just passed it as part of my routine, and so I was not far from my Master when he entered the room. "Master!" I greet, throwing myself into his arms the second my swift, graceful stride can reach him. "Welcome back!"

"Ah, hello, Cheryl." Master laughs, hugging me in return. I'm careful not to rub against him too much. If I did he might start thinking naughty thoughts, and then we'd never get around to showing my dancing off to the Princess. She's a very important friend of Master's, and he has been bragging about me to her for some time now. I certainly don't want to let him down.

Master gently pushes me aside and then steps through the door, the Princess in his wake. "This is my Princess, Arma Armelia." There's a certain emphasis on the way Master says 'my' that always makes me tingle with excitement, "Arma, this is Chery, my personal slut." My serene smile broadens, and I glance at last to the Princess.

She's quite lovely, dressed in a very tight-fitting dress which completely fails to conceal anything, even her thighs, but is styled such that it theoretically could be a proper princess' dress if it were only many, many units longer. Its light-pink color is just a few shades darker than her skin, and her hair and eyes are that very same pink. Her face is well-structured and mature, and her skin has a healthy complexion. Altogether, it's a good balance between 'cute' and 'sexy.'

Master's always been a sucker for cute girls dressing sexy, I think. Something about taking a girl who looks like she ought to be drinking tea and threading needles for stuffed bears, then putting her in the sort of clothes I've seen make novice prostitutes blush... It really gets him going.

Anyway, I give the Princess a bow and a wink before I lose myself in my thoughts long enough the silence becomes awkward, "It is a pleasure to meet you, your highness. I do hope you enjoy my services tonight."

"Oh I'm sure we'll both have fun," Arma says with a smile and a knowing look, her gaze roving quickly over my firm, yet curvaceous form. "You're quite lovely."

"As are you, your highness," I reply, gently walking to the center of the room as my Master leads Arma to a couch on the right-hand wall. He gives me a wink, and then pulls his magical device from his pocket and tapping at it with his fingers. Oh dear! I hope he didn't notice it on the floor... was it on the floor?

"Would you like to pick the song, Arma?" Master asks, short-circuiting my thoughts. Oh my, addressing her without any titles? How bold! And she seems not-at-all displeased... as expected of my master.

The Princess smiles at him, and even me, then nods. Her eyes twinkle and I see the light of Master's device do a dance of its own as it traces across her eyes. With some instruction, she taps the screen a few times herself and then... music. It's a slow, sensual song I'm very familiar with, though it isn't without its twists and turns.

By the time she looks away from the device, I've already begin to move. Dancing is my life, and I'm quite confident she'll never have seen a woman move quite the way that I move before. Serene in step, but with a mischievous smirk, I sway my hips back and forth and lift my hands over my head in a graceful arc.

Alongside the rhythm of the song, I turn and gradually lower my hands. My back archs into a splendid "c," and my breasts jiggle joyfully in their tight silken container. My hands glidedown to my shoulders, passed my breasts, and into the swells of my hips as I - seemingly without taking a step - rotate in place to present my ass to the audience. As my hands reach my lower cheeks, I give them a light 'tap-tap,' jostling the sash hanging over my bottoms just as the music reaches a peak in energy.

Then, as the music subsides I straighten myself and rotate again to face my audience as my hands wander around to my front, up my belly, and onto my breasts. I give them a light squeeze and lift them up, and up, with the music's pitch... and then let them go as it drops again. The song transitions into a shift in mood of silence and quite rattles... and then a stair-step tapping of sticks mirrors my sudden steps toward the audience.

Slow seduction becomes a single smooth glide of movement, like a river turning into a narrow straight, and I stop - alongside the taps - just in front of the couch, leaned forward with hands extended as if I was nearly about to pull my audience up and onto the dance-floor. The music has stopped, and I gauge my audience's reactions.

Master enjoyed himself, of course, but his enthusiasm is tempered by long-exposure to my body and my movements. The Princess, on the other hand, seems quite intrigued. Her eyes are fixed on me, and her hand was lifted to grasp my own before I'd stopped.. a fact she only realizes as she follows me eyes down to it.

"Well," Master asks, breaking the moment with his usual lack of grace, "how did you enjoy my dancer, Arma?"

"I..." The Princess says with a smile, "have certainly not seen a woman move quite like that before. So erotic, yet also so elegant... I'd like to try it sometime, I think."

"We could have Cheryl teach you," Master proposes, glancing my way. With a subtle signal of his hand, I'm given leave to rest my body and relax, so I straighten into a normal standing position. I could have held the pose much longer, of course, but there's no need to be stubborn. Being stubborn usually just denies me my reward, after all. Naturally, the thought of refusing to give Arma instruction doesn't even pass my mind.

It was Master's idea, after all.

"Oh would you?" Arma asks, glancing my way with lights twinkling in her eyes. "You're quite amazing. I'd love to dance like that someday." She gives me a polite series of little applauds. "I'd also love to see more of your dancing, and maybe... show you some of what I can do. Would you like that?"

"Of course she would." Master says gregariously, answering on my behalf and gamely cue'ing me in to his stance on the matter. He's not wrong, of course: if Master wants me to dance, I will dance happily. If he wants me to "dance," well, I will certainly show no less enthusiasm. If he wants me to teach the Princess how to move the same way?

What am I if not at my Master's disposal?

"Oh excellent! Maybe I can teach you my own specialties, while we're at it." The Princess declares, her gaze drifting down to my Master's groin as she licks her lips. "Perhaps starting with a... practical demonstration?"

"I'm sure she'd love to learn," Master enthuses, beckoning me down to the sofa beside him as the Princess stalks - like a cat - onto his lap and deftly works at his pants' buttons. "I've never met someone so talented at giving head as your highness, after all."

So it is that I straddle Master and let him rest into my tits as his weight presses me into the seat, and Arma begins her work upon his manhood. I'm not particularly attracted to women, but even I start to feel... interesting as her magic fills the air, and Master pulls my hands - alongside his - to the back of his Arma's head.

As things progress... I find out why Master has been getting up so much later, these days.

It's a wonderfully long night.

[AN: This was experimental in quite a few ways. I hope it turned out alright.]