<div class="floatright"><div align="center">(http://yenvantrang.files.wordpress.com/2011/07/85447565-32.jpg)<br/><em>Damiel (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=230865.msg11344524#msg11344524)</em></div><div style="text-align: left;"><strong>Health</strong>: Unhurt    <strong>DDV:</strong> 10   <strong>MDV:</strong> 8(+3 vs Manipulation)<br/><strong>Essence:</strong> 34/45 (peripheral) | 19/19 (personal) | 11 (committed)<br/><strong>Effects:</strong> Loom-Snarling Deception<br/></div><hr/></div><br/>Damiel felt something warm to nuzzle on around his chin....and around his neck. He then smiles as he stirs more wake and remembers and moves his hand to over the snow ferret, petting his mate and mumbling softly; "We should get up....our guest may be arriving anytime now." Damiel rises but same time gently moved the ferret off his throat into comfortable blankets and covered the ferret into protective 'cave' made from blankets. He goes the morning routine in washing himself and brushing his teeth and washing them with lemon juice. Once done he dresses on his fine dark fabric clothes with red lines and he picks his 'pet' up and slides it into his leather pouch where Whitefeather has cozy spot to continue her morning nap while remain close to Damiel.<br/><br/>He hears music downstairs.....which is surprising really as this hour is not usual time where there is clients enough for minstrel to earn coin....but then he saw Lambent Spark Dancer doing her topmost desire; being desirable, lusted and drooled at while she dances and smashes the lesser minds with dazzling sensual display of her dancing. Damiel had told her not use anything<em>flashy</em>(as he calls solar obvious glowy charms) but even without those flashy charms she is stunning performer. Not mention probably beautiful like a goddess in eyes of mortals, and in eyes of Damiel as well as he smiles and nods at her as he takes seat and orders himself some breakfast and tea.<br/><br/>Although there was not many clients this hour, the few which were there all watched in rapturous fascination on Dancer's moves.....also all were one way or other rich or influential in the Guild. One the dazzled men threw a pouch of silver and whistled and said; "Show more to us missy! I pay same amount for every fabric which goes off!" Man was enthusiastic, enchanted but also the usual arrogant rich silver merchant prince (http://www.geocities.jp/yazawanet/momo/chara/dean5.jpg). However the coin was quite generous amount for random 'nameless' performer. So he at least appreciates the show greatly in his own way.