Post by ross on Jul 17, 2010 20:19:04 GMT -5
They didn't happen that often here, or at least often enough for the little Grace of Festivity. Karaoke night at Screamers. Hours upon hours of tone deaf drunks acting out their American Idol fantasies sans Simon.
It was always great fun. People letting their hair down. Losing inhibitions. Just, letting it all hang out. Where else would she be? The fact that the mortal that made her blood hotter than Heph's forge was there as well, the owner of the establishment, well... that was just icing on the cake.
Appearing in the room in her usual manner, one minute blank space, the next it's filled with petite, curvy little blonde, Ross made sure to appear behind the stage and out of sight of the big blonde Celt. Her outfit showed off both her particular 'assets' as well a a touch of her heritage, the loose, flowing mini-dress revealing one shoulder, it's salmon color complementing her peaches and cream skin perfectly. Those long legs were well displayed in the handkerchief hem that floated whimsically around her knees and thighs, her gold lace up 'gladiator' sandals wrapping around her calves and complementing her gold jewelry.
A word whispered in the DJ's ear had him grinning as she took the microphone form him and stepped up on the stage to prepare to sing. Shame? bashfulness? Not in the little goddess' vocabulary.
Her voice was a sultry little purr as she began to sing, hazle eyes seeking out the tall blonde man as she performed. It was as close to burlesque as one could get while remaining fully clothed.
"I love myself
I want you to love me
When I'm feelin' down
I want you above me
I search myself
I want you to find me
I forget myself
I want you to remind me
I don't want anybody else
When I think about you
I touch myself
I don't want anybody else
Oh no, oh no, oh no"
[/i][/size]It was always great fun. People letting their hair down. Losing inhibitions. Just, letting it all hang out. Where else would she be? The fact that the mortal that made her blood hotter than Heph's forge was there as well, the owner of the establishment, well... that was just icing on the cake.
Appearing in the room in her usual manner, one minute blank space, the next it's filled with petite, curvy little blonde, Ross made sure to appear behind the stage and out of sight of the big blonde Celt. Her outfit showed off both her particular 'assets' as well a a touch of her heritage, the loose, flowing mini-dress revealing one shoulder, it's salmon color complementing her peaches and cream skin perfectly. Those long legs were well displayed in the handkerchief hem that floated whimsically around her knees and thighs, her gold lace up 'gladiator' sandals wrapping around her calves and complementing her gold jewelry.
A word whispered in the DJ's ear had him grinning as she took the microphone form him and stepped up on the stage to prepare to sing. Shame? bashfulness? Not in the little goddess' vocabulary.
Her voice was a sultry little purr as she began to sing, hazle eyes seeking out the tall blonde man as she performed. It was as close to burlesque as one could get while remaining fully clothed.
"I love myself
I want you to love me
When I'm feelin' down
I want you above me
I search myself
I want you to find me
I forget myself
I want you to remind me
I don't want anybody else
When I think about you
I touch myself
I don't want anybody else
Oh no, oh no, oh no"
Her eyes found him and she grinned, winking a bit to him as she sang just to him. It didn't matter that Brom was in the floor by now or that the gladiator Tyreese was staring in shock. All that mattered was the look of stunned suprise and that underlying heat in Wulf's eyes as she continued the song.
"You're the one who makes me happy honey
You're the sun who makes me shine
When you're around I'm always laughing
I want to make you mine
I close my eyes
And see you before me
Think I would die
If you were to ignore me
A fool could see
Just how much I adore you
I get down on my knees
I'd do anything for you
I don't want anybody else
When I think about you
I touch myself
I don't want anybody else
Oh no, oh no, oh no
I love myself
I want you to love me
When I'm feelin' down
I want you above me
I search myself
I want you to find me
I forget myself
I want you to remind me
I don't want anybody else
When I think about you
I touch myself
I don't want anybody else
Oh no, oh no, oh no"[/i][/size]
Voice changing to a sultry speaking tone instead of singing as she leaned on the big speaker and draped herself over it she stared into Wulf's eyes smiling impishly, her own eyes shining a brighter Mediterranean Sea blue. Of course her own little gifts had amped up the sense of footloose and fancy free in the room as well as libidos throughout, the song just flavored it with more carnal spice than usual. If anyone had doubted the wolf's virility with his lack of taking a mate for so long, those doubts were surly erased as her voice crooned out the end of the song.
"I want you
I don't want anybody else
And when I think about you
I touch myself
Ooh, oooh, oooooh, aaaaaah
I don't want anybody else
When I think about you
I touch myself
I don't want anybody else
Oh no, oh no, oh no"[/i][/size][/center]