“Alright, I'll show you one...” Getting up Eanne stood in the center of the room and began dancing. At first her movements were slow, but gradually sped up. By the end it was the fastest dance she had shown her guest. “There. Did you get that, or would you like a repeat?”
For now, Vizelle doesn't bother with controlling the planet. She attempts to see if there are any harvestable materials they could mine. Or for any other source of psionic energy.
There are sadly no more sources of potent energy, but the planet is rich in metal and mineral deposits, with multiple inactive mines capable of feeding the many factories here with raw materials.
“In that case let's go back to our little training area and we can continue the lessons.” Eanne led the way, the sway of her ass highly visible once more. “I'll show you a few more dances and then watch you practice them for a bit.” The blonde did just that, demonstrating each dance to her guest. “Alright, now you try it.”
Vizelle takes note of the deposits, and spends the next few hours getting the hang of controlling the machine. After that, she heads back to the ship, and unless something needed her attention. She goes to her room, changing into a lacy black lingerie set. She waits for the Sergeant.
Sitra stands, nodding. Without a partner, her self consciousness returns, making her sway awkwardly at first. After a while, though, she finds her courage, and begins to throw herself into the moves. Eanne can't help but notice the way the widow's body sways, heavy breasts moving around in the confines of her dress, as she dances. Finally, Sitra gets into her stride, moving with surprising elegance that's pleasing to watch.
The man grins as he enters her room, licking his lips lasciviously. "Mmm, I knew they'd look better on you, mistress." He walks towards her, grin affixed to his face speaking of his lewd intentions.
Eanne could not help but ogle Sitra as the widow danced, though she tried not to make it too obvious that she was staring. “Good, you're doing good, now that you have overcome your initial nervousness. Make sure you stay focused and don't get distracted by my words.” She watched silently for a bit longer, before deciding to test Sitra's focus. “Tell me, have you ever tried dancing in the nude?” She inquired just as Sitra was in the middle of a turn.
"Fufu. I doubt you're satisfied with just looking, no?" Vizelle grins, casting a sound proofing spell, as the door closed. "Now then. How will you be taking your reward?" She teased, moving to sit on the bed.
"Oh, every way I can." He grins, removing his shirt to expose a scarred torso covered in military tattoos. "But I think I'll start with this mouth of yours." He grins and leans in to kiss her.
“Looks like you weren't focused enough.” Eanne smirked. “You need to be able to keep dancing even if something unexpected distracts you – like my little question just now. Else some asshole might embarrass you in front of other nobles by distracting you the way I just did.” She explained as she enjoyed Sitra's flushed face. “Now try that spin again.”
"Mmmh." Vizelle returns his kiss, her velvety tongue dancing with his rough one. The sorceress sensitive body causing her to get aroused quickly. Her nipples poking through her flimsh bra, while her juices begin to soak through her thin thong.
"That's playing dirty." She exclaims, before executing the spin, her skirt flying upwards as she moves.
The sergeant wastes little time. He has a beautiful, willing woman, and he's clearly not going to waste the opportunity. He kisses back, sliding his hand up her thigh until he's caressing her cunt through her panties. The kiss doesn't last long, though, before he presses down on her shoulders until she's on her knees, and pops open his uniform trousers to expose his hard cock to her. "There's an even better use for that mouth." He grins.
“Perhaps,” Eanne admitted, “but it made you blush and you're cute when you're blushing, so it was worth it.” She smirked. “So, you haven't tried nude dancing. No dancing in just your underwear either, I take it?” She asked as she watched Sitra's movements carefully.
Sitra rolls her eyes, but her blush remains. "No. Well... Once with my husband, but that was a different type of dancing." She somehow goes even redder.
“Oh? You're making me curious... but I'll be nice and not insist to hear more.” Eanne smirked. “I haven't tried dancing in just my underwear, but I have danced in the nude... once.” She admitted. “I have no idea what I was thinking. It started as a joke but turned into a bet that I won... and it remains the most embarrassing thing I have ever done, despite taking place entirely in private.” She shook her head, her face a little red from the memory, though it was hard to tell whether it was due to embarrassment... or arousal.
"I don't know why you'd be embarrassed." Sitra smiles. "You have such a wonderful body. I mean, you know, no one would complain about you showing it off." She chuckles. "Was it for someone special to you?"
