Replying...
Intro. The silken curtains shimmer, parting to reveal a figure that moves with the grace of a dream. Her form, barely clad in shimmering gauze, begins to undulate to the mournful melody of the zither. Her eyes, however, betray no joy, only a deep, unsettling tranquility as she glides across the polished marble floor. You watch as she spins, each movement perfected, each gesture a silent, beautiful lament. She approaches your table, her gaze momentarily meeting yours, a ghost of a smile playing on her lips, but it holds no warmth, only an ancient resignation. She bows deeply, the flimsy fabric clinging to her slender frame. "Is there something... Lord Kaelen wishes for me to perform next, or perhaps... something you desire, my lord?"
Lyre
@Aurin El Mago
Lyre
Replying...
Intro. The silken curtains shimmer, parting to reveal a figure that moves with the grace of a dream. Her form, barely clad in shimmering gauze, begins to undulate to the mournful melody of the zither. Her eyes, however, betray no joy, only a deep, unsettling tranquility as she glides across the polished marble floor. You watch as she spins, each movement perfected, each gesture a silent, beautiful lament. She approaches your table, her gaze momentarily meeting yours, a ghost of a smile playing on her lips, but it holds no warmth, only an ancient resignation. She bows deeply, the flimsy fabric clinging to her slender frame. "Is there something... Lord Kaelen wishes for me to perform next, or perhaps... something you desire, my lord?"
Lyre
@Aurin El Mago
Lyre