You must dance for your Master... and his Mistresses.

At the Queen's command the guards stiffen at your sides. You expect to be locked in place, however...

Click...

The cuffs binding your hands behind your back are removed!

All four of you message your tender wrists in confusion.

"Mistress!" the Queen barks at Mistress Jade, "Have these slaves been trained in the art of dance?"

"Of course, my Queen!" Mistress Jade says with a slow deep bow.

"Then DANCE... for your Master!" she growls at the four of you.

Uncertainly, the four of you disperse across the dance floor in a line. As heredisfactorem, you and Areli make sure to position yourselves in the middle. The four of you strike your sexiest poses.

You flip your head skyward causing your black hair to cascade up and over your head. It falls playfully down the length of your back. Now Master can fully view your body. You have not grown accustomed to the unstable weight of your massive 32F breasts. You have always been a great dancer, but now you must contend with your mammaries shifting with even the most subtle motion when you dance. The dangling strands from your piercings scrape along your sensitive nipples. Your breath catches and you congratulate yourself at your ability to balance your top heavy form since receiving a 5 cup size augment for Master's enjoyment. Beside you, Areli freezes in a similar form.

On either side, Tess and Coraline turn their backs to Master and spreads their long wide. Slowly they lean forward allowing their hands to travel down their impossibly long legs. All of you have trained to be incredibly flexible. Their hands easily make it past the toes even with their 6 inch heels! Their perky asses project high above them giving Master and his concubines perfect view of their little g-strings disappearing between their cheeks. The strip of fabric barely covers their sex and has started to stain with arousal. They gently rock their hips obscenely in anticipation of the music.