The Blue Moon Room

Veroe

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On the main Thoroughfare of the Lit Lounge Area is a red brick hotel and in the alley beside it are stairs leading down to a nondescript door that opens to the basement of the hotel. Inside the basement is The Blue Moon Room dance club. A broad room with a stage for a band on one wall. A booth for a DJ adjacent to it, a well-stocked bar on the otherside of the room another stage smaller but with a pole for the more adventurous adjacent to that. Tables and chairs to sit and chat and enjoy a drink between dances. Directly across from the entrance is an elevator leading up to the private and secluded rooms of the hotel should one wish to perform dancing with their partner of a more intimate and horizontal variety. Painted on the ceiling is the night sky with golden stars and white gauzy clouds and dominating the center is a large crescent shape of a blue moon giving the room its name.

The Rules​

1. Post a picture and name of the character you wish to be. (You may resume your previous role or be a different person each time you visit-your choice)
2. Tell whether he/she works as a dancer or musician or server or a guest to the Blue Moon Room.
3. Ask another to dance and roleplay it out. You may dance with only one partner or multiple or several at once.
4. Any and all dances are acceptable from Hip Hop to Tango to Polka or Freestyle
5. One may request the band playing or the DJ to play a particular song one wishes to dance to by posting a link to it to Youtube or a similar website. Perhaps even a link to the video of the style of dancing you wish to emulate.
6. Any and all musical genres are acceptable from Hip Hop to Country/western to Classical.
7. Sensual, sexy, sultry, or seductive behaviour is approved of and desired but not strictly required.
8. Stay in character. This is light Role Playing but still role playing.
9. Have fun, but be courteous to one another. This is no place for fights or arguing.
10. (Most important rule) Dance for fun, dance for the love of dancing...dance.
 

Oh look. Another dance club. Wonder what it's like. Wonder what types of music they play. I wonder if they are hiring?

Anita looked up at the brick facade. She had always wanted to work at a place like that~something small, unassuming. She wandered closer, her feet leading her down the stairs, to the door.

"Yes. Help wanted."

She glanced down at her self, happy that she had slipped into something comfy, that wouldn't bind, or explode.

You will never be a prima ballerina with THAT ass, for sure.

She pressed on the door and stepped inside. It was beautiful, warm. The ceiling was gorgeous and the rhythmic music made her hips tick tock, left to right. She looked around hoping to find the person in charge She saw a handsome man, dancing by himself, his body fluid.

"Um, Hello? The sign said help wanted?
 
"Hello there," I say and noticed her hips swaying back and forth to the beat, "I'm Armand the owner of the Blue Moon Room."

I nod at her question. "Yes we are hiring, and it'd be fairly simple job interview. The only thing I really care about is whether or not you can dance."

"So if you don't mind I'd like to see what you can do?" I cross over to the DJ booth. "Do you have a preferred song you want to dance to or would you like me to select one for you?"
 
A smile. A toss of long dark hair over her shoulder. She takes one step forward, another.

"You want to see what I can do? Fine, could you play Shakira...Hips don't lie?"

He moves to the DJ booth, his long fingers searching, finding, setting up. She hears the beat and grins.

Hips don't Lie

Spinning toward the center of the floor. Stops. One leg extended. Hands go up. Hips move, stop, move. Perfect rhythm. Perfect posture. Wicked grin. Voice rises just above the bass line. Turns away.

Eyes close. Hips roll, belly does too. Hand drops to left hip. Holds her skirt up, showing off the muscled flesh of her thigh. She is in the zone.
 
From the DJ booth I nod noting how swiftly and easily she gets in the groove and lets her body become the music.
 
Music ends. I stop. Turn. Smile.

"How'd I do?"

Suddenly nervous, fingers twine into skirt material, fiddling.
 
Wider grin, moving forward to take the proffered hand, body moving to align with his taller, more lean, figure.

"You lead. I follow....."

He had an easy lead to follow and the grin just got wider and wider. Hips moved in tandem...

"Love this song..."
 
I take her hand in mine and pull her close my hand over her lower back. We begin with a four beat box step. With some synchronised hip wiggles to spice it up.
 
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Nadya

Darkened avenues and alleyways fearing nothing as she danced along the song Always http://youtu.be/6dKQR2m-Xfs playing through headphones till she found a new club. Seeing the help wanted sign she slipped inside as the song ended. Pulling the headphones and stuffing them back in her pocket she glanced around seeing only one couple here dancing she stood back looking around getting a feel for the place.
 
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Katerina: Pianist, vocalist

The click of her heels and the shuffle of her black coat echo down the halls of the seemingly empty club. Music softly floats from behind a closed door. One swift, graceful movement and she pushed through the doors, emerald eyes scanning the interior.

A nod of approval; classy, elegant, sensual...very nice.

A DJ booth...An eyebrow rises. A pity, they served a purpose, but nothing would ever compare to the vibrancy of live music.

Her eyes fall upon the dancers as they glide around the dance floor, lost in a world of their own making. Yes, that is what she loved about music, dance; the world created freely around emotion. Leaning against the wall she simply watches, a distant smile upon her lips.

Then her eyes fell upon the other woman. She looked like a dancer; had the body of one. Content to watch, she settles herself down in a corner; her mind toying whether or not this was the place for her musical talents as she watches the events unfold.
 
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When the dance finishes. "Thank you Anita. That was fun. You can get a drink at the bar and my bartender will discuss the hours and scheduling as well as pay."

I take a step back and turn to the two newest visitors. "Hello, my name is Armand. I am the owner of the Blue Moon Room. May I help you?"
 
Your sign says looking for dancers... What kind?

She smiled dark eyes watching him as she spoke. Long dark hair billowing curls down over her shoulders. gypsy Middle eastern themed to her clothing matching her dark eyes.

Ballroom... bellydancing...

Her eyes slithering over to the pole. Strippers?

Dance was her trade... though her best steps were those of the ancient Dance Oriental or its more crude name Belly dancing. Greek... Turkish... Egyptian... Lebanese... It all enslaved the minds and hearts of those that watched it and was to her a womans best arsenal.

Even more modern stuff but I tend to prefer the European singers groups and styles of music.
 
"We hope we can perform and accomadate all kinds of dance, and the pole is for the more adventurous of us. We are all adults here, yes?"

"What of you," I ask her, "What would you prefer to dance to we have all sorts of music stored in the DJ booth, and I hope to hire some musicians to play live music. Recorded stuff is good, but live is so much better in that regard."
 
I have some of the music I am used to dancing to if ya still looking for dancers. I am Nadya and you would be?

Reaching into her purse she had a disk she carried in case she ran across a place looking for dancers. Full range of musical styles and "acts" she was used to dancing to. A smile slipping across her lips as she brushed her hair back.

Any preference of kind of dance you wanna see?
 
She watches the owner and the dancer exchange familiarities. His words brought a knowing smile to her lips.

Walking away from the pair, she slips the coat from her form exposing the simple black cocktail dress that seemed to be apart of her body rather than an item of clothing.

Her eyes fell upon the piano. The smooth gloss of the wax highlighting the elegant lines of the workmanship. Beautiful, it was beautiful. Yes...she could play here happily.

She settles upon the piano stool, leaning forward to slip off the black heels in an elegant grace. Then she played; not for showing or pulling distraction. Just mere background music as the other two continued to talk.
 
"Armand," I answer taking the disk.

I cross to the DJ booth and load it into the stereo system. "I've always found a woman who knows the ancient art of oriental dancing, or bellydancing as it is usually called, and if she has the confidence to do it proficiently can make even the most difficult man putty in her hands."

I look down at the stereo. "Which track would you like to dance to?"
 
She pauses a moment, not wishing to distract. Instead she twirls on the stool and watches with curiously.

Thinking better of it, she pulls on her coat and heels. Dipping into her bag she pulls out a piece of paper, a pen. She scribbles a note, leaves it by the piano then leaves quietly*

Armand,

I see you are busy with dance auditions. Let me know when the musical auditions take place. I'll return then.

- Katerina
 
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Smiling she nodded to him with a wink.

Bellydancing... Track eight http://youtu.be/oKFKRaC64T8

She slipped removed a couple of clips from her fairly straight skirt slipping from her heels and began to dance her hips shimmy as they sway in a near figure eight. her arms snaking to the sides and in front of her fingertips swirling a breath away from her hips and up her torso before snaking out from her again.

Twirling she became the music her hair billowing about her shoulders her arms hips and torso all slithering as one with the ancient sounds. A scarf that once draped over her shoulders now becoming an extension of her and slithered in front of her body and around her like a haze making her movements seem like a dream softly veiled by time immortal.

Even moving to the floor her legs tucked under her her back on the floor as her ab muscles ripple like the waves of breeze in the sands. Sensual and serpintine slowly she moved in such a way one leg now lifting her up as her hips rippled one hand still keeping her connected to the floor her body straight but billowing like the winds. Ending the dance the scarf draped from her hands falling behind her her hands resting over her head the backs of her hands together and one leg gracefully kicked out before her as she smiled.
 
I watch entranced as Nadya began and performed sinuous and seductive. It was beautiful.

"You're hired."
 
She smiled.

So you only want to see one dance... Wow. Or are there other angles to employment?

Fixing the scarf and replacing it to her shoulders and neck she watched him. She saw the "affects" of belly dancing fading from his eyes as she smiled.
 
Armand comes inside the blue moon room expecting a lovely lady to come visit him.
 
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