Rated very mature after this.
I stepped into the room, and my eyes took in the broad spectrum of what was within. A good sized bed, queen at least, with patterned and soft sheets, took up a respectable area of the space. A dresser, simple and little decorated stood against a wall. A closed door that likely led to a bathroom also was built into this, and the whole room was lit by the dullness of fast becoming twilight. The windows themselves were surrounded by heavy curtains that would be useful later for hiding their pleasures, and it was to these that Kora began to walk, a smile on her face.

I watched with some interest as she lifted the latch and swung open the window. As she did that a soft melody began to come on the wind - the musicians she had spoken of to the barmaid. Violins, a harp, a flute filled my ears as she twisted and then came towards me.

Caught off guard I was suddenly swung into a dance. For a brief moment she let her hips roll against me, the delicious sensation sadly didn’t last long before she pushed me onto the bed. “Stay,” she winked before stood in front of me. She must have saw the confused look on my face as she continued to explain. “I am Falleni, part and I am going to dance for you.”

I pushed myself up into a comfortable sitting position, pulling my hands onto my laps as my chest rose and fell. My robes fell around me, and my heart began to beat wild. All I did was nod once, having met a Falleni soul in my years in the underworld of Rahl who had danced her whole journey, and I had become enchanted. I knew something of what honour this was to be.

I watched as Koreena transformed right in front of me. Her looks didn’t change physically, though I knew they could, it was her demeanor. A hand ran through her tendrils as she let her hips sway from side to side, her top half rolling fluidly against the music. In one move she spun around, her knee high leather boots, slipping delicately from her feet and for the first time I got a heavenly peek of her legs. The complexion of her skin was the color of tea that had cream in it. Even with the heeled boots gone, her legs were still long, her body trembled deliciously.

I watched as her hands ran over her arms, as if she was almost bathing herself in the the music. The notes washing over her, she rolled her hips and heads so hypnotically. She lifted the tunic over her head, her lips parted as the cool air that leaked through the open window touched her flesh. The round mounds that were her breast covered by a lace white bra, another spin and her skirt fell into a pool of fabric at her feet. My eyes drank in every curve of her body, I could see that her body was painted with Falleni tattoos. Just above her round, plush bottom, two dimples on the small of her back winked at me. She spun now facing me, her chest rose and fell as her hips swayed, side to side, the plush pillow that was her bottom lip caught in her teeth.

I breathed in slowly, my hands loose fists on my thighs. I was waiting, entirely for her, not wanting to assume or direct, simply taking in the beauty that was her form. My chin lifted, looking at her dead in the eyes.

“What do you want?” I asked softly, the ambiguity deliberate.