Zira’s master was eager to sell her for a huge profit and put her on the list to perform. After the last performance finished, a Bith approached the mic to announce the next performer, “Next up we have the property of Durvan Ilyas! A tiefling that specializes in more pleasure and dance! A woman of many talents! Feast your eyes upon…Zira!” He called out as the curtains parted to reveal a blue tiefling dressed in bellydancing attire. She had golden bangles and necklaces to match her piercing, golden eyes.
The music began and she sprang into her performance, moving gracefully and with practiced steps. She twirled and maneuvered effortlessly, moving to the beat. At one point she drew out sticks with flames on the ends, easily twirling and spinning them about. She made the fire dance in her hands, her tiefling physiology allowing her to tolerate the direct fire. The crowds began to cheer and clap at the display.
It was a posh affair for those in attendance, cozy lounges and plush seats offered along with an endless supply of wine, food and hookah. The room was dark and smoky, all manners of wealthy and obese potential buyers littering the room. Zira’s fate, as it always had, was at the whim of anyone in the room that would opt to buy her tonight.
@Apollyon