Dancing At Dusk

Now the sun was setting and the Arbiter was preparing the last touches to the dancer's costumes and reminding them of the plan. She had managed to gather a small number of followers numbering around 25, the main host included Voah herself, 2 athletic men and 2 comely women to perform a choreographed, parading, ceremonial song and dance that started off slow and delicate with an introduction led by flutes and the archlute of Boyce Blackwolf.

Like a delicate swan, Voah decked out in an elaborate headdress, swayed with the host to the music until it sped up, culminating into and overtaken by a cadre of tribal drummers and dancing torch bearers. With this burst came the removal of outer cloth and the revelation of tasteful, yet erotic costumes of bone, fur, feather, and flesh beneath.

The drumming went on for several minutes while Voah swung her lit censer weapon around various pivot points of her body. The dance would inevitably end with an abrupt strike of the drums and deafening silence, heaving chests with heavy breath, flames dancing off of the slick skin of the performers, and a great cheer from the onlookers. The party and music would continue through the night with lustful emotions high, but Voah returned to a makeshift changing area where she could quickly wash up and redress for the imminent party at the Keep.