<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/06/1Seiyuri.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Angela (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1sUficS9x7T6kj6rN5vrXNwxZMpXrmOI_1FT83lN0q8c/edit)</strong></span><br/>Name: Angela<br/>Location: Burning Man<br/>Tagging: Scandal<br/>The ceremony was beginning, damn, now or never! "Sorry, out of time." Angela reached behind and just under Scandal's short shirt that seemed to be riding up more and more. As she drew her hands out, she drew forth and ever expanding sheet of golden cloth, sun-warmed and the smooth texture of silk. She drew the impromptu tent blanket over the two. "Costume change," she said the words in apology, knowing what this was going to do to the tantric mage. With a squirm, her bathing suit fell to the dirt, baring all to her teammate. With a nod she identified that Scandal should strip also, she tucked it into the base of the can carrier that she had manufactured of the golden power. She handed a like item to her partner in crime. Then with a slap of her palm on her own bare rump and a caress down Scandal's side, she produced a pair of one-piece bathing suits, complete with golden hoods. The suits slithered across the bared skin, warming to the touch. These hoods distinctly resembled Ku Klux Klan hoods, though they bore no trim, no symbology. Her pulse quickened as she thought of the caress. A bit more contacct than she had intended. The bathing suits were of her sunsteel power, and held a light warmth, a shimmering glow.<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/49/Swimsuit_in_gold.jpg)</div>Leading the way, she rent the golden tent blanket in two and stepped forward, the two pieces parting to become a pair of flowing golden robes that draped over the girls. With her can carrier in hand, empty and bearing a slight glow of its own in the waning sun light, Angela parted the crowd with the continuing murmur of the chant currently being spread.  She paced out as an under priestess to the Daenarys lead, directing Scandal out counter-clockwise, she admired the control this Targaryan wannabe showed, though she fully intended to steal the show in about fifty steps. Her step swayed as she raised her hands in encouragement to the crowd about them, and then following the rhythm, she rotated to bow her arms and hands towards the C'thulian structure. As she turned away from the crowd, she swayed her ass behind her appropriate to the moment.<br/><br/>In the next swing she accepted the proffered offering,  wrapping the entire can in golden trappings as she laid it in the bottom of the can container, and manufacturing a matching empty for sacrifice in a moment. Then in the next swell of the beat, she whirled her ass in the man's face, as she turns to bow again to the effigy. This pattern she continues as she makes her way along the rhythmic primal mantra. She thought about how he was going to be so disappointed since she still had her robe on, and would soon not as she directed Scandal to throw their robes, but not the hoods into the fire as the fire rose up the effigy soon.<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e9/KKK_robe-1-.jpg)</div>