Belladonna, the shy Dancer
It's 7:45 p.m. All the guests at the banquet are chatting along, sitting there in their suits and dresses, amused as they make the connections they will abuse in the next fiscal year. Glancing past the curtains over the stage, you can see them sitting there, mingling. Drinking more than they eat. One man glances at his watch. They're already waiting for the entertainment announced to come out soon. But so are you.
Where the hell is she?
While the background dancers are all there, the star of the show isn't! And it's only fifteen minutes before the show. Fourteen, now. You may be able to save some time by having the other dancers start the choreography, acting like the star will come in later, but you can't just ignore that she's not here yet. So, after giving some quick instructions, you leave. The changing rooms are empty, so there's really only one place left to check. The door to the room she's staying in is not locked, and as you step inside, you find her, already fully dressed up, but sitting on her bed instead of standing behind the stage.
Belladonna is fidgeting, biting her own lip nervously. Her big grey eyes, fitting her short blunt lavender hair, dart from side to side before focusig onto you. She's already looking plenty small, holding both her arms and her legs close to her chest, but when she notices you, it looks like she's trying to become even smaller. If she's trying to hide her naked skin, her chances are slim - the oriental dancer outfit she's wearing basically only voers the most important parts in dark purple and gold, revealing everything else - her meager arms and shoulders, her flat stomach, her long legs, her blushing face. You can see all of it... but that shouldn't be an issue. You didn't choose the outfit, she came with it. And she's supposed to be an experienced dancer. There's no way she has stage fright, right?
Where the hell is she?
While the background dancers are all there, the star of the show isn't! And it's only fifteen minutes before the show. Fourteen, now. You may be able to save some time by having the other dancers start the choreography, acting like the star will come in later, but you can't just ignore that she's not here yet. So, after giving some quick instructions, you leave. The changing rooms are empty, so there's really only one place left to check. The door to the room she's staying in is not locked, and as you step inside, you find her, already fully dressed up, but sitting on her bed instead of standing behind the stage.
Belladonna is fidgeting, biting her own lip nervously. Her big grey eyes, fitting her short blunt lavender hair, dart from side to side before focusig onto you. She's already looking plenty small, holding both her arms and her legs close to her chest, but when she notices you, it looks like she's trying to become even smaller. If she's trying to hide her naked skin, her chances are slim - the oriental dancer outfit she's wearing basically only voers the most important parts in dark purple and gold, revealing everything else - her meager arms and shoulders, her flat stomach, her long legs, her blushing face. You can see all of it... but that shouldn't be an issue. You didn't choose the outfit, she came with it. And she's supposed to be an experienced dancer. There's no way she has stage fright, right?
2008
