Dance In Darkness

Aisha Saraf || 26 || Human Civilian || Slave (Unclaimed)   Dancer at Club Desires and Naughty Covaire NSFW character For the City of Blood and Wolves RP

[dancingbeauty]

[dancingbeauty]

darling-meinhard:

Sofia merely smiled sweetly at the other slave, but didn’t comment. 

“So you know the name of the slave that just kicked you, I’m Sofia.”

Aisha laughed a little. “Yes, Now I know. I’m Aisha.”

[dancingbeauty]

darling-meinhard:

Seeing as she was going nowhere with this, the woman breathed only a hint deeper than usual as she calmed herself. She was unusually bugged that day, and for no particular reason. Or it might just be the lack of air she’s gotten that day, as she hadn’t left her cell much.

“Well, apologies, then.” she responded, though still a mite cranky. 

Much better. “See. Wasn’t that hard. No hard done.” She tried to offer a polite smile. Aisha was sure the other slave was ready to fight her. 

[dancingbeauty]

darling-meinhard:

“Well now, who’re you to act all high and mighty. I did say it wasn’t intentional.” Her mouth was running itself at this point.

The dancer simply raised  a brow at the other slave. If her simple question was deemed as high and mighty to the woman, she had another thing coming. There were several others who definitely did act in accordance with the woman’s description. “Yes, and the unintentional line is usually followed by an apology. Or at least an attempt of one.” That was for civilized folks at least. 

[dancingbeauty]

darling-meinhard:

Sofia raised a brow as she looked at the other, who didn’t respond. She’d just skipped breakfast, and wasn’t in the mood to be formal.

“Can I help you?”

“No apology for kicking?”

[dancingbeauty]

darling-meinhard:

“I swear to God that kicking you wasn’t intentional-”

The slave frowned a little and looked over at the other woman in silence. 

[human-freddie]

Without Notice - Unclaimed

[dancingbeauty]

human-freddie:

Well you need to make some mates if you are going to end up in a place like this for the rest of your life.

“Easier said than done. I get a lot of resentment from slaves....” Mostly because she had been a civilian, and her job as an exotic dancer didn’t sell well with many. 

[dancingbeauty]

Smooth Mood

[dancingbeauty]

luna--sterling:

“Putting on a show for…yourself?” Luna asked, watching the girl move spontaneously around the cell across the way. Once upon a time she had hoped to be as graceful. What she had thought constituted good dance moves Vivienne had always called filthy. They weren’t a strip club in the crude sense. There was a certain skill she had always wanted her girls to possess and with time, she’d figured it out. Just seeing the other girl dance made her miss the blonde who had once sponsored her citizenship. Yet another relationship I will never be able to repair...

Her movements slowed down, but didn’t stop, as she looked over her shoulder to the other slave. Aisha shook her head softly from side to side. “No. Just couldn’t get a song out of my head, and guess  I just started dancing along. Habit.” She explained to the girl.

[modestwoods-blog]

Yo || Open

[dancingbeauty]

modestwoods:

“No need to be sorry. Your hello will suffice.” He said letting his eyes gaze over her briefly. “Why’re you outside? Chained like a dog, human?” He questioned with a raise of his eyebrow.

Aisha shrugged. She had no idea why the master thought this was the best thing to do. It was perhaps just another way for him to humiliate her. He had attempted it plenty in the past few hours. “No idea.”

[melancoliedesames]

[dancingbeauty]

Smooth Mood

Aisha had a song stuck in her head since she heard it on the radio one of the guard’s had. It kept playing over and over again. As she thought about it now, her body started to start move on its own. Her hips moved in small slow circles while her arms slowly lifted up into the air. The slave was caught up in her own little bubble, and didn’t even notice that she wasn’t alone anymore.

[misfitzgerald]

Caged

[dancingbeauty]

misfitzgerald:

“I hope whatever’s on my face pleases you.” Julie sneered, sensing a presence but not bothering to look up. It had been a while since she’d last been out and the pup grew restless. “Feel free to stare a while longer.” She said, sarcasm bleeding through her tone.

“Perhaps it’s just your face that pleases me” Aisha teased playfully. “Nah, I don’t think I’ve got those kind of privileges around here. Staring limit of about five seconds before a guard gets restless and handsy.” It was hard to keep going each day as if her life hadn’t hit rock bottom. Conversations as light as this, the sun and moon were what kept her going. Aside from dancing. 

[dancingbeauty]

aggressionandperfection:

His glare turned upon the sudden company. Nathaniel had been in good spirits until late, but each year, when the weather grew colder, his temperament got hotter. It was, perhaps, the only thing about him that functioned like clockwork. He hated this time of year. Always had. It had been worse further up north, but at least then he had his own blood to keep him warm. Winter felt like death to him. His eyes trailed down to the crowbar he had in his hands, and a wry smile stretched across his lips. He lifted the crowbar up. “To beat the holiday spirit out of little shits this year,” he said, and clearly he thought it was funny.

Aisha just stared at him, not wanting to add to his agitation. Or maybe this was just the kind of mood he was always in. The dancer thought it best to avoid having his wrath of any kind turned towards her. Did he really expect her to laugh along with him. The guard’s sense of humour was always at the expense of the slaves. 

[modestwoods-blog]

Yo || Open

[dancingbeauty]

modestwoods:

“Well? If you plan on sitting and staring, I suggest you make better use of your time and say hello.”

The slave didn’t have much choice. She was told to just sit here. The master who had rented her had stepped into a store, and thought slaves were equivalent to dogs, best to be left outside. Sure, she could have just looked at anyone or anything else, but he was just standing in her line of sight. And he was fairly appeasing to look at. “Sorry. Hello..”

[dancingbeauty]

vampiressxmarie:

Marie came to a stop when something reached her nose, trailing her gaze around she slightly furrowed her brow. “What’s that smell?”

Aisha didn’t think the Mistress was talking to her, but quickly realized that there was nobody else. “I’m not sure miss.” Maybe it was her. Aisha was only human but she knew that there was a certain smell to slaves stuck inside the Chateau. A few masters and mistresses told her so. She was inclined to believe them.

[hazel-franco]

It wasn’t me || Open

[dancingbeauty]

hazel-franco:

[Hazel stood there with hand hands behind her back, knowing this was the smart position to be standing in. She stayed silent as the guard started yelling, knowing it was stupid to speak up when they are speaking at you and not to you.] Like I told you sir, this guy likes to fake stuff and does to everyone. Today just happened to be my unlucky day.

The guard didn’t seem like he was actually concerned about the slave on the floor. Not surprising. Grumbling to himself, he got on his walkie talkie and motioned for them to move away from the slave on the floor. Not so bad so far.

[human-freddie]

Without Notice - Unclaimed

[dancingbeauty]

human-freddie:

Like for once getting the clean shower stall or maybe getting the only really clean towel.

Aisha laughed a little. “That would definitely be some news. I don’t know of anyone around here with that kind of luck. Then again, I don’t know many people.”