<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0e/Cyra_Melchior.jpg)</div><strong>Cyra Melchior</strong>(https://docs.google.com/document/d/18KfvmYsCp9czN5pAfm_K_0lIC9geiVLqz-9pA0j0RfU/edit)<br/><br/>Cyra enjoyed a light meal and a cup of wine, then took a few soft, regular breaths.  Through those breaths, she empathicly gauged the emotions of the crowd on an intuitive level to help guide her performance.<br/><br/>Then the curvy little Xeph rose and strode over to the fireplace and set down a wooden bowl to collect tips.  She made a supple obeisence to the right side of the tavern, bowign so low that a wardrobe malfunction threatened...<br/><br/>Then to the left side.<br/><br/>Straightening up, she called out, “I'm told there’s no singing here tonight, boys, so I'll need your help.  Clap your hands, stamp your feet.  Give me a nice, regular, rhythm, like so.”  She kicked one leg up onto a table and tapped her high healed sandal sharply for a few repeated measures, 'til the bar had a rhythm.  Then the dance began.<br/><br/>A full twirl to the left, and a bow, a full twirl to the right, and another.  Then the gyrating girl bound up onto the nearest table.  She alternated between hip rolling belly dances and pirouettes with bows and back bends that dipped so low her hair touched the table—or flirtatiously caressed the cheek or shoulder of an enthusiastic patron before springing away before he could steal more than the briefest pinch or fondle.  Gauzy golden skirts spun through the air, baring again and again her lithe, long legs and a lacy ocher-orange panty.<br/><br/>Energetic and young, she easily kept up the energetic performance for almost a half hour.  By the end her caramel colored body gleamed with a light sheen of sweat.  She ended the performance with a series of wild gyrations, hair whipping through the air as widely as her skirt, before dropping to her knees on a table in the center of the room to give her audience a deep, submissive obeisance...<br/><br/>And then back flip off the table giggling, hoping she could skip away to grab her bowl and make her way up to her room, waving and calling thanks in commiserate measure to the applause.<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">Perform: Dance with +2 from Empathy.  <br/>d20+10=30!!!  <br/>Wow!  The dice gods smile upon Cyra's social rolls!!!  ^_^<br/></div></div>