Exton

It takes nothing for me to change outfits. Easy enough with a little Djinn magic, and the darkness of an alley to mask the misting. My scimitars are just a call away, but now I am in my flowing silks. Magnus lowers himself into our booth and we talk quietly.I notice just how deep my accent is, my r's rolling, the ee's longer. It is a sign of being on battles edge.

The shifters are good. To be honest, I am quite surprised. I recognize the song once they start the chant I'm not the one who's so far away, I grin at Magnus and rise.

"Mi amorrrr, I must vork off some of thees energy. I dance forr you."

I can tell by the look in his eyes that he will be watching. I hit the floor; by the time they hit the last words I don't remember why I came. They start up a throbbing beat and my body begins to undulate. A few of the regulars are already on the floor, but make space.

Some of the kids start to follow my movements. I can tell which have serpent blood just by their copy of the belly roll. By the time the singer starts, we have it down. I smile as they begin to add to the movements, following what I do. Soon the floor is almost packed, some merely swaying as others are getting into the feel of it. Two of the young males lift me, setting me on the bar and I dance down its length, stepping easily around drinks and one drunk's hands. There is a sense of deja vu and I look to the door, half expecting Castle to walk in.

Ob appears at the end of the bar and lifts me off it. We fall into the easy rhythm of our people, bodies close, nearly touching. His hands support my waist as I fall back, hair sweeping the floor in a loose muscled swoon. I finish the sweep by sliding an arm around his neck and dancing mirror steps to his as he guides me backwards to the dance floor.

Our shoulders roll and he dips me. I wink at Magnus and he raises his glass. It is only then I realize we are in the middle of the floor and it is empty of bodies. I hear them singing the final words from the edges of the floor, and we slide to our knees at the last line. The music ends and the crowd erupts in applause. Hands are offered to help us up and we roll to our feet.

People are telling us it is wonderful to see us dance again, and as I make my way back to Magnus I wonder if it has really been that long since Ob and I danced for the crowd.

I sip my juice before I settle back in the booth. Ob has dipped Pandora and is kissing her deeply. I feel the touch in my mind, the gratitude for making him feel his roots. I give him the same back, knowing that I plan to enjoy the gypsy/succubi side of my passion tonight. From the heat in Magnus' eyes, I don't think he will mind.