Asa
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((PM before posting. Needing a male willing to be both equal and sub for the storyline. I am wanting the story to start in the past with the "European wanderer lost soldier etc who find himself in a fairly exotic city village ~Think desert coastal/ Middle East Egypt kind of place~ and needing to rest and regroup and make money to be able to continue his travels. He gets a "job" cleaning up or playing music in this Gathering house where he meets Samira and the dancer that eventually curses them (She will be an NPC that both of us can write for). He will get time with Samira as "reward" for preventing a fight or whatever only to really take that time to get to know her and realize that he has to "rescue" her))
Samira
5'5"
Dark hair
deep dark eyes
Immortal
Dancer
Raised in a time when dancers were solely people owned by people of wealth... Sultans... merchants... Now in this modern world it was the dancer that owned others...
In her own way for moments in time she owns the owners of the clubs she performs for... Owns those that pay her to dance for their guests and parties... but Her eternally owned male is her musician... "bodyguard"... lover... He had been a stranger in her homelands so long ago. He had been a traveler a wanderer who had sought employment in her country to manage to gain money to buy voyage home. He found himself working in the "Gathering house" she was bound to. Eventually after they spent time together and he began falling for her. He eventually tried to "rescue" or "kidnap" her from her place as a prized dancer of the most lavish Gathering House much like modern day casinos offering food relaxation and distractions. He had his choice of the dancers and one in particular that seemed to seek him as a lover or master to free her from the Gathering house but he refused all but Samira.
All He had told her in the beginning was that his homeland had a Queen who all were in the service of. It was not till she traveled there that she understood and in time they transformed into Mistress and pet. Their immortality brought about by a curse placed upon their souls by the dancer who had wanted him to claim her for his own but he had no desire nor want of a slave of his own but to give to someone with their own fire... will... passion and drive. He had been raised in a kingdom to wealth but all was due to the queen and her desire so to find a woman of his own to give to love and serve. Equals perhaps if they had to but in their private domain he is hers to command and she is his to love.
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Samira sat at the table with the Owner and his guest a fat slovenly bear of a fellow merchant who seemed intent to keep at least one hand on her slender form. She was distraction as her "Owner" flooded the man with drink to trick him into a business deal that was in honesty no deal to anyone but himself. The heavy gold and wooden door creaked catching the attentions of several. Many of the other dancers and servers quickly perking up ready to drag in the poor soul to gain more money and business for their "home" and "owner".
Her long dark hair falling over her shoulder as she glanced to the door a soft brow raised to see the pale skinned man... pale compared to those native of these lands. He appeared tired and covered in dust and in need of care. Looking to the owner doubting he would allow her to leave to tend to the stranger. She was right as he nodded to one of the other girls who quickly ran to tend to him and get him out of the main room till he was more presentable.
5'5"
Dark hair
deep dark eyes
Immortal
Dancer
Raised in a time when dancers were solely people owned by people of wealth... Sultans... merchants... Now in this modern world it was the dancer that owned others...
In her own way for moments in time she owns the owners of the clubs she performs for... Owns those that pay her to dance for their guests and parties... but Her eternally owned male is her musician... "bodyguard"... lover... He had been a stranger in her homelands so long ago. He had been a traveler a wanderer who had sought employment in her country to manage to gain money to buy voyage home. He found himself working in the "Gathering house" she was bound to. Eventually after they spent time together and he began falling for her. He eventually tried to "rescue" or "kidnap" her from her place as a prized dancer of the most lavish Gathering House much like modern day casinos offering food relaxation and distractions. He had his choice of the dancers and one in particular that seemed to seek him as a lover or master to free her from the Gathering house but he refused all but Samira.
All He had told her in the beginning was that his homeland had a Queen who all were in the service of. It was not till she traveled there that she understood and in time they transformed into Mistress and pet. Their immortality brought about by a curse placed upon their souls by the dancer who had wanted him to claim her for his own but he had no desire nor want of a slave of his own but to give to someone with their own fire... will... passion and drive. He had been raised in a kingdom to wealth but all was due to the queen and her desire so to find a woman of his own to give to love and serve. Equals perhaps if they had to but in their private domain he is hers to command and she is his to love.
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Samira sat at the table with the Owner and his guest a fat slovenly bear of a fellow merchant who seemed intent to keep at least one hand on her slender form. She was distraction as her "Owner" flooded the man with drink to trick him into a business deal that was in honesty no deal to anyone but himself. The heavy gold and wooden door creaked catching the attentions of several. Many of the other dancers and servers quickly perking up ready to drag in the poor soul to gain more money and business for their "home" and "owner".
Her long dark hair falling over her shoulder as she glanced to the door a soft brow raised to see the pale skinned man... pale compared to those native of these lands. He appeared tired and covered in dust and in need of care. Looking to the owner doubting he would allow her to leave to tend to the stranger. She was right as he nodded to one of the other girls who quickly ran to tend to him and get him out of the main room till he was more presentable.
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