Bare feet whispering on the cold tiles, a single orc female enters the bar. Her head held as if she were scenting rather than listening, she makes her way to the stage near the musicians. Nothing in her countenance alters at the sight of the players. She seems to be fully absorbed in the sultry sounds.<br/>Her appearance grabs attention, in fact, it seems she is attempting to do nothing less.<br/>Unblemished blue/green skin is lightly oiled, and much of it is visible, as her only garb is a skimpy pink silk dress. The light material clings in some places, drapes and slips in others. With certain movements it appears ready to slide off a shoulder, and the back dips dangerously low, allowing the top of her muscled and well-formed buttocks to peek into view.<br/>Her orchid hair is actually coiffed in a flirty blood-elven style. Obviously created in the barber shop, she has meticulously maintained it. Her jewelry is an ecclectic mix, mostly thick orcish work, but the occasional blood elf design can be seen riding the more primal bands like a delicate princess astride a doughty kodo.<br/>Reaching up slowly, her body beginning to twitch and sway in time with the music, she removes a set of... yes... bunny ears from her head and drops them to the floor.<br/>Entranced by the music, she begins to move, her muscles sliding one from the next in a sinuous and very controlled pattern. The grace of the movements is a stark contrast to the thick muscles creating them. Raising her arms, she circles her hips and executes a slow turn. Her eyes are open, but she has the look of a trance, far away and seeing things which others in the room cannot. Those eyes are clear blue and her tusks are pearly white, polished to a shine that could never come from nature. Her lips have the shine of paint, more elven work, and blend the elements of her dress and hair as deftly as the most prized of blood elven courtesans.  Her body is thick with muscle, yet softer than many orcs, curving deliciously, blatantly feminine. Her breasts are large and jut proudly. The silken fabric slips delicately over her erect nipples with certain movements, drawing lines in the folds of the fabric that lead to her wide hips or dip playfully toward the velvet valley between her thighs.<br/>Turning again toward the musicians, the cleavage of that thick, round bottom winking in and out of view, she gestures, as if it is part of the dance, and is suddenly orbited by a small ball of lightning. Dancing with it as if it were a partner, she bumps and grinds within the circle it creates. Jostled and bounced by her movements, the brilliant sphere traces actinic lines on the retinas of any watchers.<br/>Losing herself further, she begins to croon. Her voice as low and sultry as the deeper tones of the music, she breathes music in and out, a faint counterpoint writhing among the harmonies performed by the band.<br/>With a louder grunt and another artistic gesture, she drops four totems around her. The colored glow from each of the primitive idols paint her motions as she turns for a period of time to face each of them in turn.<br/>As she spends more time within the enclosed space, her scent becomes more noticeable. Clean female musk wrapped in a costly blood elven perfume, redolent with dark florals and rare woods. Odd, yet fetching.<br/><br/>While she is in herself a being that seems to go out of her way to capture attention, she is currently completely lost to anything but the music, her dance, and the most ancient of magics.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>