<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/0/0d/00Tyria.jpg/432px-00Tyria.jpg)</div>If a nomad could be said to have a home Tyria had three. the tower, the library, and most relevantly the stage. Returning the waitress smile with a genuine warmth both as a show of thanks and nod to her professionalism. Tyria slowly approached the stage eager to come to an arrangement that would benefit the groups effort and coinpurses. The tiefling wide, child bearing hips swayed seductively as her scarcely clothed, voluptuous body made a show for all to see as she strode down the middle of the room.The fluttering dancing outfit barely clinging to her body fluttered tantalizing close to flying off with her every movement. Her Unfetted and gargantuan breasts jiggling, bouncing and heaving like a ocean of flesh as physics responded to her ocean of flesh with ample force.<br/><br/>The lacy beaded loincloth that flowed gently down her long lissome legs become like a banner seemed to announce the arrival of a queen given the dancer's supreme confidence. She didn't have the benifit of preparing a stage or the little bells and whistles she was used to with the midnight carnivale, but never the less Tyria devoted her earnest energy to putting on a performance that would allow her to hold her head high when she and if she ever returned the caravan. At the very least it would be good practice. Borrowing several milk bottles  Tyria set down a small circle encirclement of them to act as divider in place to leave tips. Before breathing deeply and starting her routine.<br/><br/><br/>Turn, Pivot, Spin, Dip Pirouette, Hip shake. A heated and passionate flurry of movement and bouncing flesh breaks into a furious crescendo on the stage. The imaginary music in the Tiefling's mind set her pace. Memorized strums of a lute and the beating of a drum roared in rhythm with her movement with each shake of her hips and  immaculately balanced lifting of her long legs. As the imagined music rose to a heated pitch. Her mammoth breasts began heaving, flowing and crashing like a great wave, with each each "tide" in response to her of dance. Has she been someone who had not lived and practiced with her proportions it would have thrown her threatened to overturn her delicately timed movements as displayed practices her routine. Her smooth supple skin was as flushed as each of her sinuous practiced movements flowing to the next like water from a stream.  The cheering and applause from her enraptured audience now easily eclipsing the music in her mind and pushing her onward to the cries of encore several times before she bowed and smiled in the Waitress direction.<br/><br/>With a flirtatious giggle and seductive tussle of her hair Tyria blew a kiss to the audience gleeflly returned their affection while slowly studying their reaction in an attention to devise how best to suit their tastes later. Before gathering the milk bottles and gently speaking out in a soft, sultry voice.<br/><br/>"Thank you, thank you so much everyone! I hope you enjoyed this small sample of my craft, but now I'm afraid I'm going to go enjoy my food before it gets too cold"<br/><br/>Removing her notes from her cleavage absentmindedly walked towards her table scribbling down her observations unaware she sat in the paladins lap.