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That idiot was nodding like a goddamned puppy! What was wrong with him?!
Then he accepted the offer, and Qit'ria blinked, unbelieving what was happening. And then when her eyes opened, he was down to his skivvies. How did he get undressed so fast? Qit barely wore clothes and doubted she could've done it so quickly. She saw his body and felt nothing there. He wasn't especially muscular or hairy or anything. Just... average. She shook her head as he posed, reminding herself to stab him later for putting her in this situation.
She pulled off her blouse and shimmied out of her loin cloth, stuffing the clothing into her pack. She walked past Tio completely naked, stopping to shoot a glare at him, before bending down and fetching the outfits from the pack that the man had said they needed to wear. One was blue and green like a lovely Ashan afternoon on a grassy plain. The other was oranges and pinks and purples, reminiscent of the flowers that spring up in that time. Qit'ria flung that one at Tio, hoping to hit him in the face with it.
Holding up her own outfit, she wasn't really sure how to... wear it. There wasn't much to it at all really, not that she was concerned about that. After examining it, holding it at a variety of angles, she found it was a two piece, and one was the barely there bottoms. She stepped into it and pulled it up. It covered her hair up front, but seemed to tuck itself in the crease of her bottom. She didn't care for that one bit, plucking at it. She didn't wear undergarments like the women did in cities, they weren't liberating enough for her pleasure. She wore her loin cloth so that people wouldn't raise complaints when in town, and when it got cold, she wore her breeches over it. Simple, elegant.
This was torture.
She pulled the top piece on. It wasn't so bad. A simple snug band across her small breasts that held itself in place. She would actually wear something like this had she known such a style existed. It seemed practical, comfortable. All in all, she approved. She turned to watch Tio dress in whatever his ridiculous outfit ended up being.
Once he was dressed, she turned toward the crazy Ashan man, one hand on her hip, the other plucking that damn string from her ass. The lunatic was beaming at them, "Just try to follow my moves, feel free to improvise! Whatever makes you think of Ashan, makes you feel him in your heart."
The man then jumped to face away from them, landing on one foot, with a wiggle of his arse at them, as he raised his arms up like a hawk about to take off in one big flap. He then began to make a yodeling like noise for music, echoing all through the tunnels, probably scaring off people with more sense than the two that found him. Qit'ria hopped onto her right leg to mimic him, shimmying her hips as he did, flapping her arms a bit less gracefully than anyone might hope for. But she didn't make the throat song the man was making. She wouldn't even begin to guess as to how he did that.
He then jumped, and twirled, landing on his left foot while holding his arms straight above his head. Qit mimicked the action, though she didn't actually make a full rotation, and landed on a very bent left leg. And so the dance of leaps, hops, and arm flourishes went on around the shrine. Qit was huffing and struggling to keep up. She was not a dancer, barely ever had been as a child and hadn't even attempted since then. But still, she leapt, shook her ass in Tio's face, waved her arms about. And something about it did feel... right.
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That idiot was nodding like a goddamned puppy! What was wrong with him?!
Then he accepted the offer, and Qit'ria blinked, unbelieving what was happening. And then when her eyes opened, he was down to his skivvies. How did he get undressed so fast? Qit barely wore clothes and doubted she could've done it so quickly. She saw his body and felt nothing there. He wasn't especially muscular or hairy or anything. Just... average. She shook her head as he posed, reminding herself to stab him later for putting her in this situation.
She pulled off her blouse and shimmied out of her loin cloth, stuffing the clothing into her pack. She walked past Tio completely naked, stopping to shoot a glare at him, before bending down and fetching the outfits from the pack that the man had said they needed to wear. One was blue and green like a lovely Ashan afternoon on a grassy plain. The other was oranges and pinks and purples, reminiscent of the flowers that spring up in that time. Qit'ria flung that one at Tio, hoping to hit him in the face with it.
Holding up her own outfit, she wasn't really sure how to... wear it. There wasn't much to it at all really, not that she was concerned about that. After examining it, holding it at a variety of angles, she found it was a two piece, and one was the barely there bottoms. She stepped into it and pulled it up. It covered her hair up front, but seemed to tuck itself in the crease of her bottom. She didn't care for that one bit, plucking at it. She didn't wear undergarments like the women did in cities, they weren't liberating enough for her pleasure. She wore her loin cloth so that people wouldn't raise complaints when in town, and when it got cold, she wore her breeches over it. Simple, elegant.
This was torture.
She pulled the top piece on. It wasn't so bad. A simple snug band across her small breasts that held itself in place. She would actually wear something like this had she known such a style existed. It seemed practical, comfortable. All in all, she approved. She turned to watch Tio dress in whatever his ridiculous outfit ended up being.
Once he was dressed, she turned toward the crazy Ashan man, one hand on her hip, the other plucking that damn string from her ass. The lunatic was beaming at them, "Just try to follow my moves, feel free to improvise! Whatever makes you think of Ashan, makes you feel him in your heart."
The man then jumped to face away from them, landing on one foot, with a wiggle of his arse at them, as he raised his arms up like a hawk about to take off in one big flap. He then began to make a yodeling like noise for music, echoing all through the tunnels, probably scaring off people with more sense than the two that found him. Qit'ria hopped onto her right leg to mimic him, shimmying her hips as he did, flapping her arms a bit less gracefully than anyone might hope for. But she didn't make the throat song the man was making. She wouldn't even begin to guess as to how he did that.
He then jumped, and twirled, landing on his left foot while holding his arms straight above his head. Qit mimicked the action, though she didn't actually make a full rotation, and landed on a very bent left leg. And so the dance of leaps, hops, and arm flourishes went on around the shrine. Qit was huffing and struggling to keep up. She was not a dancer, barely ever had been as a child and hadn't even attempted since then. But still, she leapt, shook her ass in Tio's face, waved her arms about. And something about it did feel... right.


