<div class="floatright">(http://img08.deviantart.net/b1dd/i/2013/061/8/f/jordan_by_eudetenis-d5wsesx.jpg)</div><strong>Jordan Fenix (http://www.orcpub.com/dungeons-and-dragons/5th-edition/character/list/94923)</strong><br/><br/>Jordan shakes her head, now red from drinking. "No... not like that... in my mother's land dueling is one of the highest art, and the most admired duelists are the blade dancers, I trained myself to become one, but the goddess took me into a different path, yet the blade dance runs deep within me."<br/><br/>Jordan looks around, the place is relatively small, but she knows a few dances for close quarters and nods. "Of course, it will be my pleasure." Considering the space she leaves her scimitar aside and from her bag takes a few straps of cloth with small bells attached, she wears them on her wrists and ankles, and a narrow tabard that she wears on her belt, covering her ass and crotch (barely). She takes another dagger from the wall "Will need you to lend this to me... hic... sorry" she shakes her head, trying to push the dizziness away, she needs her mind clear for the dance.<br/><br/>Once she appears to be ready she takes a small prism from among her things, she stares at the light and present the prism to it, the light hit the prism, then Jordan and from another end of the stone appears a female looking shadow which quickly takes the looks of Jordan, but instead of Jordan's black hair and green eyes, it has silver hair and black eyes. The paladin lets the prism go and it floats slightly over and between them in a similar way than the scrying eye.<br/><br/>Both girls bow to each other, smiling confidently, the illusion pale, while Jordan is red, noticing her mirror's image as nude as she is. Yet they begin. Jordan and her mirror image began a slow dance, forward and back, twisting and turning around, each movement finishing in a stab or slash to each other, the one that the other stops or dodge, every movement ending with the sound of the bells on Jordan's wrists and ankles. The cloth around Jordan's waist accentuating every twist and turn. Slowly the tempo increases, the movements faster, the twists more complicated, the sound of the bells and the speed of the attacks increasing, now and then each girl touches the other, wounds appearing on each, superficial at first, but as the dance increases the dance becomes more violent and complex, yet still beautiful.<br/><br/>The dance finishes with the real Jordan throwing her double to the ground and then kneeling on top of her, her daggers on her double's neck, who only let her own daggers go before disappearing. When she is done, Jordan is breathing hard, gasping but smiling, every dance bringing the best and worst on her, she is trembling her pale and soft skin glistening with sweat from the exertion. Her nipples hard from the excitement of the dance itself. She takes a few seconds to recover staying on her knees, before rising and bowing before Osiris (on probably the public beyond the scrying eye) before sitting in the bed. Jordan is too exhausted and dizzy to remember to cover herself or to see the implications of being like she is in a man's room by herself.<br/><br/>"Now imagine that with another real person and not just a dummy dancer." She says that and lays on the bed, her body relaxing.<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">Minor Illusion only for this kind of performance with the GM permission.<br/>Performance Roll<br/>At 2017-03-28 22:43:45, Jordan (uid: 28475) rolls: 1d20a5 Result: 23[/url (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=101434)</div></div>