Joza’s head tilted back when Daska came to check up on her, offering the woman a mild smile before quickly setting down the curler to grab for a spoolie brush, combing out her lashes so that they weren’t sticking together. She’d been given stricter time limits before, and it wasn’t often that she had the luxury of her own dressing room, so Joza was rather content with the circumstances. She’d thrown herself together in half the time on Zeltros, so it stood that the dancer was almost ready.
Chuckling lowly at Voss’ comment, the Zeltron woman shook her head vaguely so as to not mess up yet another layer of liner she was applying.
“I do thrive on attention. No worries, I’ll be ready shortly.” As the boss drifted out of the room to handle business elsewhere, Joza fluffed her hair, using a wide-toothed come to pick at her perfectly set waves, wanting to smooth them out without losing the volume. At last, she felt as if she was stage-ready. The redhead would give one last lingering look in the mirror, admiring the way her risqué outfit emphasized her curves. With that last boost of confidence, she headed towards the stage.
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The lights dimmed quickly as if the audience was about to watch a HoloFlick, only a handful remaining bright enough to illuminate certain points of the stage. As the crowd hushed and turned their attention towards the stage, the music would begin. A stringed instrument would sound, slow and exotic as it set the tone for the performance. The music would gradually build as Joza slipped on to the stage, silken veil fluttering behind her.
The Zeltron would twirl gracefully, the pretty fabric she was carrying moving with each fluid motion of her body. Though her steps were carefully placed, the dance was designed to make it seem effortless. In truth, she’d never performed in front of a crowd this big and it did cause butterflies to tickle her stomach in both nerves and excitement. But like a good performer, she had her own tricks to ensure that she exuded nothing less than poise and an airy sureness. As the music rose, so would her veil work become more rapid.
The foreign beat reached a sudden crescendo before stopping abruptly, Joza tossing the veil over her shoulder with a smooth flick of her wrist. Now came the more bodily moves, beginning with soft undulations that would travel from her chest down through her stomach and into her hips. It was gentle and repetitive, subtle enough to not be considered raunchy as she focused on her arms. Using them to frame her undulating body, it was as if a wave was rolling from her fingertips to her shoulders, each joint flexing in what appeared to be one smooth, connected motion.
For now she would continue this slower paced dance, her fluid movements and the dim lights adding an air of mystery to the stage.
[member="Daska Voss"] | [member="Marzena Choi"] | [member="Jan Valdum"] | [member="Cory Yazz"] | [member="Daniel Silverton"]