<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7e/Goldenmorningradiance.jpg)<br/><em>Golden Morning Radiance</em><br/></td><td><strong>Name:</strong> "Dawn"<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Sigil Streets, Sigil<br/><strong>Time:</strong> Mid-morning<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong> Harmony, Fei<br/><br/>The wealthiest faction in all of Sigil were not the Fated, who measured worth by conquests and ownership. It was not the Fraternity of Order who penned the laws that determined the flow of the city's profits, nor the Free League with their claws deep in the coffers of the Grand Bazaar. The heart of Sigil had spoken when it had helped the Civic Festhall grow most glorious, most resplendent, and the Society of Sensation become rich beyond reason. The people of the Cage liked to be entertained. No matter the cost in coin or in culpability, the people of Sigil liked a show. When Dawn's bare toes caressed the cobblestone of Festive Way with the sunless light of the city revealing every shy inch of her, there was nobody to lend a cloak. The crowds stopped and watched to see what stunt the three nudists might have planned.<br/><br/>As clothier to Sigil's most wealthy and decadent, Illian’s Prismatic Panoply embodied the virtues of the Sensates. The clothes that embodied a Sensate enticed all of the senses. There was a cyan-and-purple diaphanous number with a scent of ground seashell, a coin belt that lent music to movement, a taste of brine and sweet tropical citrus, and textures of coarse grain rest lightly on silky softness. With dual purpose to entice every sense and to leave the wearer open to the sensual world around them, the result was often similar to a belly dancer's bedlah.<br/><br/>And then there were the clothes that weren't meant to be comfortable. Cilices of barbed chain, animal hair coats, and fabrics of bristling plants with their irritating hairs still intact were staples for Sensates of a more penitent bent. Piercings heated or cooled on command, bondage leather for focusing all sensation through a very small window of the body, and cruelly weighted and barbed jewelry rounded out the collection of the masochistic.<br/><br/>But there was still a walk ahead of Dawn before she discovered any of those things, and she needed to be led through the busy streets to the market throng. Inside the Festhall it had been easy, within the company of like-minded Sensates. Out on the cobblestone of Festive Way, the Cage was still amicable to her nudity, as even if it wasn't expected, it fit a neighborhood of artists and pleasure-seekers. Out as far as the Market Ward, it became more dangerous. Cagers naturally became suspicious, hostile, opinionated, and with an eye for capitalizing on opportunity. Dawn did not truly know where she was headed as she kept up with the modron turned flesh and the changeling who wore her form.<br/><br/>"Thank you both for your bravery. I could not complete this task without your help," the petitioner beamed, more excited than truly frightened by the struggle that still had her Arcadian-bound heart pattering. "Already any reward is insufficient." The fingers of one dainty hand tugged on one from the other, low down at her thighs.</td></tr></tbody></table>