Delphine's costume was rather less elaborate than his - But she had her suspicions that it wasn't *quite* fabric, given that it seemed to clean itself...Never tore...and was *always* in place for her! (Had her Master thought it up, or had *she*? Was there a difference?)<br/><br/>Either way...She had no idea what he'd be thinking, as she swayed to her feet - A little giggle of delight purring from her lips at the sight of the manor before her! She'd glimpsed these edifices before, but she had no idea people actually *lived* in them - But then again, she'd only known a basement, an Inn, and a cave system!<br/><br/>"Of course, my Lord~" she purred, in that demure lilt of hers...Padding along next to him, taking his arm in both of hers - That full bust pressing up against it, her tail switching from side-to-side! For the first time, she was absolutely relishing the sensation of having someone in her 'power' like this...A chance to put her incredible form to even better use!<br/><br/>The noble wasn't standing on ceremony - Though the grandeur of his mansion, sadly, would quite elude Delphine. To her, it looked like the inside of a *very* expensive chocolate box...At best! But as he settled himself into the chair, as Delphine sauntered onto the 'stage', she knew exactly what she had to do...<br/><br/>She'd sketch a low, low curtsy, putting her natural (Or was that *unnatural*?) grace to use...One eye closing in a slow wink, her hips made to roll s-l-o-w-l-y - This dance would be a rather more *private* one...!<br/><br/>There's a pole in the middle of the 'stage', and Delphine puts it to good to use - Moving with a sinuous, measured grace! Her shapely leg slides against the pole as she mounts it...Those eyes molten with lust, her heel finding a foothold - Moving more slowly, but with exquisite control, her body undulating in a way that's not entirely dissimilar to the waves she's emerged from...And then she begins to move, to dance - Drawing herself against the pole, embracing it, circling it...Letting the cold metal slid between her breasts, her body poised perfectly perpendicular to the ground...Leaning forward, like a willow swaying in the breeze-!<br/><br/>She doesn't stop there...As she arches her back, her costume creaks - As first one strap, then the next gives way...Making it oh-so-clear that her top is loose, held in place more by inertia and prayer than by intent...! As Delphine scales the pole, she winds herself around it...Taking to the air at last, in a slow, winding spiral that carries her higher and higher! The lacy material yields, riding up to free those luscious tits...Her nipples achingly stiff-! Her legs wind around the pole, holding herself there solely through their grip alone...Her hands sliding up, up and over her full curves, her moan pulsing from deep, deep within, pitched to carry - Cupping those full breasts, kneading them, groping them, as the flickering light casts shadows across her form...<br/><br/>-So her audience of one can see her nipples stiffen, see the hot shiver of lust she race through her...As she blows the noble a kiss - Letting him know she's loving this *every bit as much* as he must be!<br/><br/>Sweat glistens on her creamy skin...And Delphine<em>inverts</em>~! With that same effortless grace, she lets herself slide down from the pole - Twining her legs around it, so that shapely form points head-first towards the ground! She does the impossible - she lets go, to hold on with her legs alone...Her body almost parallel to the ground, her hands sliding up and over her flanks in long, dragging caresses for which nothing is forbidden! The gorgeous Eidolon doesn't even *pretend* to hold back - After all, this is a<em>private</em>dance...*Entirely* for his enjoyment!<br/><br/>(And, if she's being honest...Hers, too!)<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">She's not paying attention to his bodyguard at *all*.</div></div>