<div class="floatright">(http://img.4plebs.org/boards/tg/image/1366/65/1366654559563.jpg)</div><strong>Sabisstra Melafin</strong>(http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=927855)<br/><br/>Next morning it didn't take long for Sabisstra to get dressed, her skimpy, silkoutfit was little more than a veil running over her privates, only to make onlookers want to know what treasure they obscured even more. She hated everything about this place, how luxurious and bright it was, how it existed to serve the base needs of lowly males, and most of all how the madame received good payment for Sabisstra to degrade and lower herself to the standards of these single-minded brutes who only listened to what their cocks told them. She was a servant here, completely and utterly forced into the submissive role that she loathed, having to whore herself out for nearly every scrap of information she wasn't even guaranteed to profit from. It was perhaps a good thing that the gem didn't bring any weapons along with her, or she might have started piling bodies during breakfast.<br/><br/>The morning light was rather uncomfortable for her eyes that were used to the perpetual gloom of her home and the unforgiving darkness of the Underdark tunnels. By the time she got used to it all, she saw faces that she despised more than anything: the pair of gnome sluts who shamelessly attracted these...customers, a duo she promised herself wouldn't leave the palace alive ever, and of course the madame Lamaire, dressed like a queen among the whores.<br/><br/>She didn't say a thing when she was selected as a dancer, and stared daggers into the drow girl when she expressed her opinion quite clearly to their captor. Sabisstra wanted to punch the silly little thing. Preferably with a poison-coated katar, but it would have made little difference if she didn't have it to be frank. The little ditz clearly didn't have much experience with espionage and intrigue. At least, the assassin noted that perhaps she could use that to her advantage. At least she wouldn't have to take any more fat and hairy cocks while she was being eye candy, and she was well trained in the art of dancing for social infiltration missions at least.<br/><br/>When the two dark elves were finally called to the stage, she considered kicking and tripping one of the gnome twins, but decided it would call unwanted attention to her. Still, for a moment she pictured the little runt stumbling to the side and ripping off the fancy tapestry in her wild flailing. The image was amusing to say the least.<br/><br/>On stage, she raised her arms above her head like she was stretching, lifting her gorgeous breasts and the cloth covering them just enough to give the audience a glimpse of the lower curve of the magnificent orbs. She started swaying her hips in a mesmerizing rhythm, her abdomen and belly twisting and turning desirably, the sensual candlelight of the back room dancing on her muscles and obsidian skin.<br/><br/><em>You are young if you need to disrobe to make a male putty in your hands, dear Avuldri . It's better that *you* follow *my* lead now.</em>she responded to the charcoal-skinned beauty beside her, the assassin's fingers moving unnoticed to the crowd as she threw her silver hair back and turned sideways, giving a wild and inviting sideways glance at some random chap in the audience. She figured the audience would want something worthwile to look at after the gnomes who were no doubt two tragicomedies for the price of one.<br/>In the dance, she was the mistress, the woman of power with the lead, dancing in the middle while her younger, smaller chested handmaiden danced circles around her while getting rid of a few pieces of cloth. Of course in her role, she didn't have to show anything and that was part of the act... though she didn't deny that she wasn't repulsed by the younger drow's dexterous fingers brushing against her skin several times times during the show. She also had a secondary motive with the performance: playing the high and mighty lady, she hoped to attract the attention of possible customers who didn't mind an influential woman... while Avuldri being forced into the role of the secondary girl, together with her younger, shorter and less...generous physique show as submissive, taking all the dominant assholes who would tempt the assassin with murdering them in the bedroom a dozen times over her forced servitude.<br/><br/><em>I need opportunities to make contacts among the staff. I might be able to coax some of them or the patrons to smuggle out a message.</em>she communicated to her partner finally, choosing her message carefully.<em>That is, if you can tell me whom to send it to later today...</em><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">13+10 on perform (dance). Assuming the other girl aids with her check, it beats a DC 25 (Memorable performance)</div></div>