My Character:<br/><a class="postlink" href="https://worldswithinamindset.blogspot.com/2012/05/desmodia-sethir.html">http://worldswithinamindset.blogspot.com/2012/05/desmodia-sethir.html</a><br/><br/>**********<br/>Desmodia twirled about three more times, clapped the finger symbols together and smiled brightly. She held the final dramatic pose for a moment to signal that her dance was over. The king clapped vigorously and stood. Des dropped her arms and tried to still her heavy breathing.<br/><br/>She watched the king step in front of her, something he always did once she finished her performance in his private quarters, as he rubbed his fat hands together greedily. She took a step back and then bowed gracefully to his Majesty, creating a gap between the two. She hated the proximity he removed between them, but she kept her temper because she needed this job.<br/><br/><span style="color: #008040">â€œAs always my precious Dezzie, you are my favorite flower. Dance for me again tomorrow in the main hall at dinner.â€</span>The King requested with eagerness in his voice. Des knew there was going to be a large banquet in celebration for the king had accomplished something grand, but she hadnâ€™t pried all of the information from him yet.<br/><br/><span style="color: #BF0000">â€œAs you wish Sire.â€</span>Des responded with little to no enthusiasm, but the lust in her voice betrayed his mind. He was fascinated by her beauty and she played on his infatuation. She knew that the King was the number one source of information in this province, and she was the best intelligence money could buy. A little skin, the right spoken words dripping with intent, throw in some wine and we have ourselves the best covert emissary in the kingdom.<br/><br/><span style="color: #008040">â€œI expect youâ€™ll wear that little red outfit you wore for me last week?â€</span><br/><br/>She could already imagine him drooling over himself with the way his face looked. She responded,<span style="color: #BF0000">â€œIf that is what my King wishes.â€</span>Des took a deep bow and stood once more. She backed away from King Balabar and sauntered out of his chambers. She kept her illusions up until she could return to her temporary lodgings within the kingdom. Des always kept her illusions up while around those she didnâ€™t know or trust.<br/><br/>((OOC: I donâ€™t mind playing the part of the King if you still need someone to do so.))