<strong>"Here we see the average dancer-slut newbie, with an above-average body,"</strong>he gave a sharp tug on the golden cord and Taemi was forced off the narrow stage.  She was caught by groping hands that found their way between her legs and over her breasts.  Hands tried to snake their way up but while they could lift what passed for her "skirt" to grab and slap at her ass, the golden bindings covering her groin and nipples were completely inaccessible.  They could tease her through the material of course.<br/><br/>But it was the eye-patched man holding her collar, her<em>leash</em>really, who controlled access to those parts of her now.<br/><br/>Before she was fully off the floor he was stepping towards her.  His hulking mass, his heavy fur coat, made him a radiant source of warmth.  Or was it something more?  His eyes now seemed to smolder, and she felt the Gold Digger Fever swell somewhere within her.  She wanted more.  More gold.<br/><br/>But she couldn't keep anything they would tip her.<br/><br/><strong>"Come here, Taemi,"</strong>he said, eyeing her up and down as a strange darkness swirled about his iris.<strong>"I'm your new master."</strong>He took her by the hair, fat fingers reaching to the back of her hand and keeping her down but angling her view up at him.<strong>"Say hello to our two hundred thousand viewers."</strong><br/><br/>Something slammed into the table.  The cloaked figure asking for "more" constantly rose, turned, and floated forth.  He had no discernible face under that terrible ragged cloak, nor did he tarry.  He simply floated out the door.  Everyone paused a moment from their revels as they watched him go before spreading out to the bar.<br/><br/>Regardless of her reply, Taemi's new master was intent on putting her to work.  He drew a cane out of his inventory with a red ruby tip and black wood body that he'd use to prod Taemi quite aggressively, forcing her to open her legs more or dance or walk faster.  His eyes overtook her with the greed of hundreds of thousands of lusty viewers all wanting her!  All of them expressed their desire for her through him: occasionally a little sprite would appear over his head and sound off something someone had paid quite a lot of money to have appear on stream:<br/><br/><strong>"Great tits!"  "Fuck this bitch good!" "Can't wait to see her get wrecked in the mountains!"</strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/4e/c1/72/4ec172008efdfeee9184376177814288.jpg)</div>Klootz, as she learned 420's character was called, paraded her up and down the boardwalk.  He bid her dance in every watering hole, and for a gold piece they'd be allowed to follow behind and jack off on her.  The golds they tossed disappeared, but the cum did not.  Warm and sticky it began to coat her legs, some getting on her midriff and the odd trail of cum splashing across her tits or down one side of her face.<br/><br/>They walked the piers that criss-crossed the hole-in-the-wall shanties and boats, getting her more and more cum drenched, until they came upon a pirate ship that seemed somehow livelier than the rest.  Taemi recognized that there was something ghastly on the front of it, a petrified head of some sea creature.  And then the person on the deck: a blue beast of a "man" with a steel pegged leg.  The deck was scrubbed with a weird green slew of suds.  And was that a suggestion of a... tail?  Tendril?  No, no further sign of crew appeared, just the weird blue guy on his ship.<br/><br/><strong>"Now we're going to use a special trick,"</strong>Klootz said more to his audience than his slave, who he kept going with firm swats to the ass with his cane when she didn't keep well ahead of him.<strong>"With her skill at dancing, combined with the Masterwork item I've so generously given her, our slave here will fetch us a free boat trip."</strong>Then another swat to her ass.<br/><br/><strong>"Taemi, I want you to dance for that big blue guy.  Your objective is to get him to hump you.  If you can do that I'll shower you in gold, wherever the winds take us.  You're going to see the whole game faster than any other newbie could hope to.  Maybe when it's all over I'll give you a nice treat.  Your armour stays on, though."</strong><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Physique, dance</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Target Number</strong> starts 1 lower thanks to a special item, beginning at 5.<br/></div></div><br/><br/>The blue man looked over with a glower.<br/><br/><strong>"Who dares step foot on my ship, fools?"</strong>he demanded, drawing a massive cleaver.  He appeared as a level ???.  That couldn't be good.<br/><br/>Several options appeared on the<strong>SimuStream</strong>, where viewers could feel everything Klootz was feeling, as he started a poll:<br/><br/><ul class="bbc_list"><li>City Island for Atlantis Run</li><li>Cliffcleft for the Desert Crossing</li></ul><br/>It seemed that Atlantis and the Grand Desert had both not yet been conquered by any player.  420 was content to tackle either.