<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/f97Iv9D.jpg)</div>Hodge shattered all hopes she had in him being at least fair towards her. For a moment she dared hope there was a good guy somewhere in him. Instead... She had never experienced such savage lust as she's seen in Hodge's eyes, or heard and felt from Mhurren behind her, especially not targeted against her. They were assaulting her senses. Hodge was bending her spirit, while Mhurren was after her body. Half-orc was pressing himself firmly against her most sensitive spot. She couldn't move, she couldn't say anything. She could just accept it. All she could now hear was her heart heart beating madly in her ears, all she could feel was blood and heat and adrenaline rushing through her, into her neck, and into her mind, her thoughts blurring. And down her stomach, between her legs and into her thighs, her legs shaking.<br/><br/>Part of her mind envisioned Mhurren's knife, her hand reaching for it. But that seemed like a death wish. And then it all stopped. She was left, whimpering, breathing loudly, reddened face and neck, splayed face down against the bar. Feeling shame. Feeling a chaotic whirl of emotions and thoughts without being able to single one out. Was it the eye of the storm? Could she dare hope otherwise?<br/><br/>'<em>Dance</em>' was one word she clearly heard in all the swirling chaos in her mind. Other words were spoken. '<em>Perform</em>'. The next moment she has been lifted on top of the bar, body and mind daring to calm down just a little. She found herself barefoot. Mhurren took off her boots right away, revealing her nice small feet.<br/><br/>Six eyes were on her as she shivered like a leaf, dove like eyes all teared up. She couldn't withstand any of their gazes. The usual advice was to imagine the audience naked. As she closed her eyes, image of naked bodies indeed leaped into her mind. Her own, bent over the bar, Mhurren behind her, taking everything he wanted as hard as he wanted. Hodge, offering her his cock, both men overcome with lust, and she between them, object of their wanton lust. No. Don't imagine the audience naked... She blinked the image away, turning away from the three, closing her senses away from them.<br/><br/>"I think you broke her, H" - Mhurren laughed out right then.<br/><br/>She imagined her favorite spot just outside Castlebrook. A lake, spring, sun, grass, wind. She started slowly, her hips moving left, right, gently, flowing like water, again, then in a circle, her body followed next, twisting in a circle, her neck and body arched and bending back almost impossibly so. Her hands joined in the dance next, high, then low, twist, turn, bend. Faster. Now legs. And now she danced across the bar.<br/><br/>"Your clothes..." - she didn't register whose voice it was. Small nod from her, eyes downward, her thoughts focused elsewhere, in her favorite glade, now so far away. Turning her back to them again, her hips dancing, legs weaving under her, she slowly removed the leather west, discarding it.<br/><br/>"Blouse next..." - the voice demanded. Her loose blue blouse slowly followed her vest, leaving Miriel in fine white velvet wrapped around her breasts and over her shoulders, layers of thin cloth hiding the sight, but not the shape of her small perky breasts. Her long delicate neck was now fully exposed to view, arching as she would bend. Her skin smooth and flawless, her stomach taut and slim, waist so narrow, widening into hips still hidden by the loose blue trousers.<br/><br/>Mhurren was distracted, sniffing her blouse. Her staff was right there, and in perfect position, resting against the bar at a favorable angle. She flicked her foot against the top of it in just the right way. The light elastic staff flew off the ground, twirling vertically. There was a moment of tension, as all eyes were on the staff, the three men watching it go up, then fall along the girl's extended arm, and right into a spin. The next moment, the staff became a part of her, almost like another pair of limbs. She twisted, and twirled faster now. Mhurren liked how she lifted her leg high, above her head, fanning in a slow circle, staff twirling about her leg and waist. She was pretty bendy too. What was that... her leg just went up and her body and head down... neither of the three men could follow the movement as she almost seemed to take a step up in the air, turning upside down in a smooth full circle, as if taking a step on air above her. Next moment she was down on her back, staff spinning around her lifted legs, next moment, she was standing again, her leg high above her head. Mhurren liked all her moves where she was lifting a leg so.<br/><br/>Miriel hopes and thoughts dared to flew higher as she danced. She wanted to dance faster, more. She imagined herself spinning lighting fast, audience gasping with wonder and admiration for her skill and beauty. She wanted all eyes on her. They would desire her, and hope for just a glance or a smile meant for them, and would dare not hope of a touch... There would a big drum, a viol, a whole ansamble of instruments following her every move...<br/><br/>She was going out of breath, and starting to sweat. She didn't pace herself, escaping in fast turns and twists and bends and walkovers, aerials, creating an illusion of movement, the best she could. Dancing as she did without warming up and stretching before hand did take a toll. She felt her legs the most. She slowed and stopped, breathing heavily, her chest visibly moving with every breath. Again she dared hope, looking at the third man. Presenting herself to him. Hodge... Hodge too. Maybe he wasn't really as bad as Mhurren. She still held onto the staff as it was an extension on her left arm. Her eyes were still glistening, but now there was a small hint of pride and confidence in her pose again, and maybe, just maybe a hint of a hopeful smile?