The cheers, the catcalls - It was music to Taemi's ears! Even better was the rain of coins, clattering and plinking against her form - to be absorbed into her inventory, saving her the need to scoop up fistfuls of currency-! Eager hands reached out, clutching at her, pawing at her, never<em>quite</em>getting close enough to reach as she whirled through her dance-<br/><br/>...Of course, not<em>everyone</em>seemed to be getting into the mood.<br/><br/><em>Who *is* he?</em>Taemi couldn't help but think -<em>Another player...?</em><br/><br/>As the luscious assassin-turned-dancer paused, her chest heaving...Panting lightly, the virtual vixen catching her breath - Her *gasp* purred from deep, deep within, her amber eyes widening with pure avarice at the new arrival! A Level 12? But the game had only just started...Exactly what had he been doing? A heady shiver coursed through her form, intense enough to make her bite her lip...The caress of the coins spreading a warm, warm tingle beneath her creamy skin-<br/><br/><em>Gold Digger Fever,</em>she thought, even as the new arrival's gaze slid over her bronzed curves...Her taut hiss purring from deep, deep within, as the trade request flickered into existence!<br/><br/><em>Masterwork Slaver Dancer's Regalia?</em>*That* was a rare item...But Taemi wasn't sure how protective it'd be! But the<em>gold</em>...The gleam of it took her breath away. She<em>had</em>to have it - Had to satisfy the scratchy craving that coursed through her - A craving that had her entirely in thrall! She could resist, but...Her tongue curved over her full, pouting lips, as she leaned forward - bending from the waist, swaying with a dancer's easy grace...<br/><br/>"All right, then~" Taemi purred - "It's a deal!"<br/><br/>And - Before she could change her mind, before she could wonder if this really was a good idea...<br/><br/>She'd hit 'ACCEPT'-!