[ooc: sounds good! I'll do this first part in prose but if you prefer brackets I can swap.]
This isn't the first time Dawn has been on stage in front of others, nor is it the first time a crowd has watched her every move with intense, hungry eyes. It is the first time she's been on stage fully naked though, normally she would be wearing a pair of tights and a tutu but today she stands before people fully stripped down, her pale flesh marbled with goosebumps from the chill air.
To her left is a line of other women, all naked and all lined up in order of price. To her right is a short man with a greasy comb over and very few teeth left in his mouth, which sadly does not stop him from grinning widely.
"Next up we've got a real beauty, pale skin and even paler hair." He croons and he gestures lewdly towards Dawn's pubic region. "And as you can see the curtains DO match the drapes."
Unlike some of the other women Dawn does not flinch or cower on stage from the stares or comments made by the seller, she stands straight and poised, her head held high in defiance at all of those who look at her.
"Some skills of interest include cooking, basic nursing, and of course dancing." The grease-ball says and then slaps at Dawn's shoulder, dropping his voice so only she can hear. "Show them what they're paying for, sweetheart. Or I'll slice your tendons."
There's a brief pause as she mentally weighs the possibility of punching the man beside her and trying for escape but the odds are impossibly against her and with a deep breath she rises up on her toes to perform a series of ballet positions. Her leg muscles flexing as she does these moves slowly, with control and precision.
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This isn't the first time Dawn has been on stage in front of others, nor is it the first time a crowd has watched her every move with intense, hungry eyes. It is the first time she's been on stage fully naked though, normally she would be wearing a pair of tights and a tutu but today she stands before people fully stripped down, her pale flesh marbled with goosebumps from the chill air.
To her left is a line of other women, all naked and all lined up in order of price. To her right is a short man with a greasy comb over and very few teeth left in his mouth, which sadly does not stop him from grinning widely.
"Next up we've got a real beauty, pale skin and even paler hair." He croons and he gestures lewdly towards Dawn's pubic region. "And as you can see the curtains DO match the drapes."
Unlike some of the other women Dawn does not flinch or cower on stage from the stares or comments made by the seller, she stands straight and poised, her head held high in defiance at all of those who look at her.
"Some skills of interest include cooking, basic nursing, and of course dancing." The grease-ball says and then slaps at Dawn's shoulder, dropping his voice so only she can hear. "Show them what they're paying for, sweetheart. Or I'll slice your tendons."
There's a brief pause as she mentally weighs the possibility of punching the man beside her and trying for escape but the odds are impossibly against her and with a deep breath she rises up on her toes to perform a series of ballet positions. Her leg muscles flexing as she does these moves slowly, with control and precision.
"Beautiful isn't she? Do I have any claims?"