From being an Abandoned who had rarely left the Hollowed Grounds, to embracing the call of adventure, to dying and being reborn first as an Ascended and then as an Ancient, Maea has gone through quite the amount of changes in her life. One thing remains common, though, in her attempts to find out just where she belongs; she’s always had a craving for knowledge which has brought her to so many places and to meet so many people here in Caido. We can’t wait to see what else is in store for her!
Congratulations, Maea!
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Nate was grinning as they finished the first round of... training? Auditions? He didn't know. He just knew that apparently, they'd done a good job. The grin left his face almost immediately as Bastien demonstrated the next move, the opening move, apparently. Ascending might have removed his sense of pain, but there was still a bit of hesitation when it came to grinding his groin on the ground. He held back this time, waiting for a few others to go so he could really get a feel for it.
Amun was first again, and ridiculously good again. Really, it was almost unfair. Then the man Nate hadn't had the pleasure of meeting yet, which made him feel a little better. If the accepted man could do it no problem, with full feeling, he'd be fine to do it as he was. He stepped forward next, trying to find the right beat of the song, trying really being the operative word. What he lacked in rhythm he made up for in enthusiasm though, Nate dropping down gracefully, bouncing a few times, then rising again.
So he didn't add his own fancy finishing touches. This was the learning part, and he was eager to learn a skill like this.
Stepping back to let his students show him what they had, Bastien found himself very pleased indeed. Amun seemed to have it down immediately (probably due to the help of the shoes, a gift Bastien was now glad he had given down to the man, after his hand wound) and he clapped his hands together, laughing, no jealousy in him for the looks towards Rexanna.
"Wonderful!" He called to Harper and Nate too, both of them not quite as graceful but more than a little enthusiastic, which was really the important part. It helped that both of them were surely handsome men indeed. Happy that his crew had gotten this much together, he went on to show them a series of similarly suggestive dance moves, clearly having quite the catalogue of such things stored in his mind.
Once they had worked up quite the sweat (or at least, for the Ascended, would have done), he straightened up and smiled to each of them. "Just one last thing. It may, if you are comfortable doing it, spice up our show if you were to give some special attention to the guests." Sitting next to Rexanna on the couch, he patted his lap. "Show me what you might have in mind for that."
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Lap dance...? (Your character absolutely does not have to, if they aren't comfy with it!)
We're going to move on without Oliver or Rexanna for now, but they're welcome to jump back in at any time.
Amun copied Bastien's moves easily enough, the potter occasionally adding his own flourishes whenever he thought it was necessary. Then the head of the Artist's Sanctuary revealed the last part of their routine, and Amun grinned. "Always happy to give and receive special attention." Winking lazily at Bastien, the potter moved towards the middle of the room.
Then he began to stalk towards the head of the Artist's sanctuary in time to the music, each step a prowl and a dance move of its own. When Amun reached Bastien, the potter bent down and placed his hands on either side of the other man. Smirking, Amun spun suddenly and bent in half, showing off his taut butt.
Rolling his body slowly upwards, he glanced coyly over his shoulder at the head of the Artist's Sanctuary. Turning more slowly, the potter stepped forward, his legs straddling the other man's. Amun slipped his thumbs underneath the hem of his shirt and peeled it off slowly.
Tossing it aside, he licked his lips, and ran his hands down his body, bending his knees a bit to press his thighs and ass against Bastien. Then the potter reached out to take the head of the Artist's Sanctuary's hands. Assuming Amun was successful, he'd have the other man slide up the potter's chest, moving in the opposite direction his own hands hand just moved in.
Turning his back once more, he would slip his fingers into the waistband of his shorts. Running them around his hips suggestively, he'd slowly slide them down and then step out of them, revealing tight underwear. That done, he moved back and finally pressed his ass to Bastien's groin. Grinding against it, Amun spun and did the same while facing the other man.
Finally, the potter would spin so his legs were draped over Bastien's thigh. Amun's arms slid around the other man's neck. Leaning forward the potter whispered in Bastien's ear. "Like that?" Amun shot Rexanna a wicked (though apologetic) smirk.
It was freeing, in a way, to move his body, Nate following Bastiens lead and the rhythm of the music. He was still a little stiff, moving muscles he’d never really had to before, that didn’t stretch the right way yet.
Their last task was a lap dance, something that Nate was actually glad Amun dif first. This was one thing he actually had relatively little experience with, so he wanted at least a baseline of what to do. It was more involved than he’d expected, and while he’d never been the kind to shy away from some work, especially this kind of work, even he lifted his brows in surprise.
Nate stepped up after Amun finished, a newly appreciative eye looking over the other ascended. His own dancing was far less impressive, more stiff and uncertain than he’d been before. And over much, much quicker than Amun had been. He shrugged as he moved away, figuring he’d need to work on it somewhat. Like that would be an issue.
She watches it all with an appreciative yet calculating eye – gaze lingering between them all until Bastien chooses to sit beside her. For a moment, she gives him a calculating and yet mischievous fanged grin. And when Amun slips forward toward her husband, she watches with a dark raised brow. The apologetic smirk toward her is met with a chime of a laugh.
Rexanna isn’t the jealous type, and even still she wouldn’t mind sharing a piece of her husband with anyone else.
So she glances toward Nate briefly after, a bright smirk crossing her face as she leans back against the couch and tilts her head up. “Regardless of how flashy Bastien wants it to be, it’s not synchronized.” She hums with amusement, pursing her lips in an air kiss before she focuses on Harper and Nate once more. “Sometimes, having different types makes it more fun. Amun, you seem well versed in this… Whereas Nate, maybe you haven’t done it so much before. But you don’t have to be quite so flexible as Amun is. And Harper…” Her voice purrs on his name. “You’re quite flexible yourself. Take the lead and then back off, leave them wanting more.” A wink sent to the Accepted.
But her emerald gaze lands on Nate once more as she stands, giving her husband a bright grin once more, pushing away from the couch to step toward Nate and offer pointers – a cold hand reaching for the small of his back. And she’s rather short in comparison to him, but she tries to travel her hand up his spine. “Loosen up here, pretend you’re like a cat bathing in the sunlight.” A hum of a purr sent to him as she flits around the Ascended, slipping to stand before him with a sultry smile to reveal pearly whites.
“And keep that cocky smile, it looks good on you.” She winks, slipping back to her seat to continue watching.
Well, he simply couldn't be prouder of Amun. The man delivered a sensual dance to his face that if he still had the biological functions, would have definitely sparked a reaction in him. Bastien wore a pleased smirk, only looking at Rexanna to scoff in amazement at how easily Amun took to the task. "Amazing. Just like that - you will have them swooning!" With a dance like that he was sure the party would get hot quickly, which was the kind of mood he wanted.
Nate...well, he was more awkward, clearly less confident...but Bastien made sure to smile and glide his eyes over him too; at least the solid body the man bore made him nice to look at, even if his movements left something to be desired.
"Thank you for your wonderful performances, my friends. Rexanna is right - you each have something to bring and with some finesse, ah, it will be fantastic." He was sure of that and enthusiastically thanked each person as they left, looking more forward to his party now than he had in a while.
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Moving on without Oliver /Harper again! Sorry, but I'm tired of seeing this in my threadlog, lol.
Last round, feel free to post a goodbye~. Thanks for participating, expect the proper show soon ;)
Amun chukcled at Bastien's praise. Reaching out a finger, the potter traced it down the other man's cheek. "And how about you? Have I got you swooning?" Amun's voice was low and suggestive, though he rolled off Bastien's lap easily enough.
Nodding as the head of the Artist's Sanctuary dismissed them, the potter gathered up his clothes. It was awkward putting them on with his prosthetic, but he managed. Waving much more cheerfully at everyone gathered, he made sure to smirk directly at Rexanna. "I guess I'll be seeing you all. Quite a bit of you, it sounds like." The words were teasing, and with one last wave he made his exit.
