Zevran's Gift

[Nathaniel]

Nathaniel grins, blowing her a kiss. Then, his eyes only focused on her, he begins to dance. 

He doesn't need music. He is art itself, his body tight without so much as a stray movement as he twirls around and across the pole. His eyes never leave Pheobe, not once; he dancers for her and her alone, his hair rippling and flowing, letting her know with every move how much he wants her, needs her, how he burns only for her, stoking that fire deep in her belly.

To Zevran's eye he is technically proficient; some of the motions he does, holding his body aloft or upside-down, require more strength than he'd expected from the man, and he keeps his toes pointed out of long habit, betraying his ballet background. It's a bit strange to see him focus so intently on one audience member, but it's a promising sign: many dancers are used to playing big, to a wide audience, but he's already familiar with seduction of one particular individual.

[Phoebe]

"Guh." 

[Tethras Clan]

Zevran smirks a little, but also prepares himself to... step in if need be. Though whether to protect her or him is... undetermined at the moment.

[Nathaniel]

Nathaniel finishes his demonstration with another deep bow. "Was my offering pleasing to you, my lady?" 

[Phoebe]

There's a slight delay as Phoebe collects her brains. Because she keeps her thoughts there. "That- umm. Wow, yeah! You're- whee, you're dangerous, ain't''cha hon?"

[Nathaniel]

His smirk fades, and he lowers his eyes. "No ma'am," he says quietly. "I only live to serve."

[Phoebe]

"What? I didn't mean actual danger, just... You know dangerous. In a sexy way," she explains quickly.

[Nathaniel]

He still holds himself a little tense, feathers quivering a touch. "I am glad to have pleased you."

[Phoebe]

"It's okay," Phoebe says gently. "It really is. I'm not upset with ya a'tall. Promise."

[Nathaniel]

Some of the tension eases -- but not all, and there's a hint of fear in his smile anyway. "I see. Thank you, ma'am."

[Phoebe]

"Hey sweetie, you alright? You seem... a bit nervous 'bout all this... you wanna... sit and chat a bit? Get somethang to eat?" Phoebe bits at her lip a little, expression showing her clear concern for the new whore.

[Nathaniel]

"I need nothing," he says softly. "I only hope to please my new M-- Zevran."

[Phoebe]

Uh... Did he just... "Ooookay. If you're... sure. You... wanna do another dance?"

[Nathaniel]

"If it pleases you. Shall I dance a ballet?"

[Phoebe]

"Ballet? Thought so, what with your footwork. Never learned that sort myself but one of the whores that used to work here did some ballet. I do mostly country dances and ballroom mahself. I know, weird blend but yeah." She grins at him.