<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/xFovKkY.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Elodie d'Estienne<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Saloon<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Dancer's costume; lavishly decorated sheer silk bra and skirt with veil<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Lounging around<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>It had been a wonderful cruise thus far.<br/><br/>Elodie was lying on top of the grand piano, feeling slightly tired, yet content in the moment. She was lying on her back, the long frontal slit on her glamorous skirt and the sheer veil attached to it letting her smooth, fair leg show in its entirety. The<em>dancing lights</em>she had conjured were slowly circling her, illuminating her in soft, atmospheric shades of purple and pink.<br/><br/>Elodie's left hand was playing lazily with her hair, while her right hand was slowly running up and down her torso, softly caressing the bare skin on her chest and torso, running all the way down to her thighs, until it turned back up again. It wasn't an attempt to pleasure herself (though one would forgive anyone watching her thinking so); rather, it was just Elodie's way of making herself comfortable. Her skin always craved to touch something; the sense of touch was as essential to her than sight or hearing.<br/><br/>Elodie let out a soft sigh as she observed the patrons in the Saloon. Yes, indeed, it had been a wonderful cruise. She wouldn't soon forget last night, when the dancing and merry-making had continued late till night, and Elodie had danced and danced and danced for hours on end. Elodie hadn't bared her own breasts -- she knew how to navigate that line of tease and temptation without going too far -- but she had definitely kept all the ladies entertained, and felt the touch of all of their bodies against hers. It was<em>wonderful</em>; it was everything Elodie had always wanted; and everything she could never have at home, living her ordinary life.<br/><br/>Today, however, the atmosphere was slightly different. More somber, more lazy than exuberant. The changing weather and presence of the mists must have been playing a large part in this.<br/><br/>The mists. Elodie didn't know much of their nature, only that she had always been forbidden from going anywhere close to them or asking any questions of them. Typical of her over-protective parents. Mind you place, do as you're told, live the life that's been prepared for you as the perfect Baroness of Estienne.<br/><br/>Elodie's gentle smile was slowly turning into a frown. This was bad, thinking thoughts like this. Already Elodie could feel the doubts appearing in the back of her mind; her subconsciousness telling her she wasn't behaving appropriately and she should never have boarded this ship. What kind of a noble lady would lower herself to the position of a mere entertainer? What would her parents say?<br/><br/>A moment of hesitation, then Elodie assertedly pushed the thoughts aside. No, she would not succumb to her thoughts. But she would need to do something, end this moment of laziness and doubt.<br/><br/>With an elegant swing of her legs (and a generous flash of her thighs), Elodie rolled down from the top of the piano and landed on her feet. A quick cast of<em>gust</em>threw her skirt high up for just a second, flashing her underpants but also giving her a much-needed breath of cooling air and adjusting the fabric so it was once again elegantly flowing down her form, as it should be. There was<em>always</em>time for a bit of theatrics.<br/><br/>"Climb the poop deck, you say?" she exclaimed in a soft voice. "Dare the dreaded Mists? Leave the comfort and warmth of our lovely saloon?"<br/><br/>Elodie navigated her way close to the would-be deck-climbers; very close, in fact; close enough to softly brush her body against several of them as she elegantly walked by them.<br/><br/>"Sounds scandalous! Sounds like an<em>adventure</em>!" She smiled. "Are we going?"