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But all the magic I have known I’ve had to make myself.

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II Open starter - Kailash II

Another successful raid, another night of celebrations. Nothing than Kailash loved more than these. As soon as the party was back, she could hear victorious drums and was already eager to move along the powerful sounds, wanting to join the War Boys and rejoice with them. The Glory Hole, just like the rest of the Citadel, always got some benefits from a successful raid.

Most of the boys mindlessly moved along the furious shredding from the Herald, veins already filled with Shine and Rootgut, but the small dancer hadn’t any interest for these alone. What was better than all these bodies, standing strong and victorious, pressed altogether? Such a beautiful sight.. Her full lips, tinted in red just like her beloved brother’s stretched with a soft smile.

Undulating, her hips already moving fluidly, Kailash made her way through the crowd with a surprising ease, her favorite veil wrapped around her, glistening and giving her skin a faint gold nuance. Often, a rough hand, covered in black grease or pale clay, would try to grab the soft linens that dresed her, but it wasn’t hard to escape the calloused fingers of some high on shine boy. Only made her chuckle.

Finally, she reached the massive fire pit, right next to the Herald’s wagon. Here, the crowd was less dense, the tall silhouettes giving her the space she needed. Perfect. Composing the most adorable smile the bed worker could manage, she walked up to one of the drummers, laying with a bottle of rootgut in his hand, his drum sat between his legs. “Could you play for me?” The answer was the same as always. Lifting her sliky veil in the shimmering light of the flames, one leg straightened on the sand, the diminutive dancer took a deep breath. When the drum started, her bust expanded in rythm, marking it. Then, her hips started moving along, and after that came the twirling. She danced like a flame, swift, marking the rythm with fluid movements, glistening of gold and red around the fire, already feeling the enthusiast and admirative looks as if they touched her skin.

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The high from the raid still coursed through Bones and she couldn’t help being greatful that Skunk was still dormant in their head. She didn’t want to miss this celebration, not when it was the biggest one they’d had in several dozen days. The Doof would play well into the night and the the celebrations might even continue into the next day.

When drumbs started near the firepit, Bones shoved her way through the crowd to see what was going on. When she made it to the front, she caught sight of a tiny woman dancing so fluidly it was like she was made from the fire behind her. The polecat watched for several minutes, captivated by movement.

Finally, the woman couldn’t help herself. Bones pushed the camel skull mask over her face, and joined the dancer. Whether or not she was allowed to, she didn’t care.

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A War Boy had joined, but it was far from unusual, until a quick glance taught Kailash the proper term was actually War Not-Boy. Breast wrapped and bound tight to her chest, the woman, taller than her, had started dancing along the rythm. Hers was more of a savage moving, similar to a warrior’s intimidation, as the whore’s way was suave and even lewd, but she kept watching her newfound partner with growing interest.

One of her hands was still holding a mask made of some beast’s skull, and she had bones, so many bones, tied around her neck. How did one found such treasures in the Wastes? The dancer wondered for a second.

Eventually, the drummer got tired of playing, and under cheerings, Kailash stopped dancing. But these were always good times to get more people to visit the Glory Hole, have their fun and offer payments, so, according to her habit, the short girl would remain around, hoping to lure some War Boy with her. And still, the other female was something new to Kailash, and her good eye would lay on her quite often while she thought.

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