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The light from the fire shown in her eyes, flames dancing in their blue depths with playful abandon. There had been no warning, no great portent of her coming. She came into this world without fanfare. Birth the only thing she had ever done with little notice. Her feet slipped gracefully over the floor, bells jingling in time with the drums. Silk slithering over her skin as she danced. Every eye in the room fixed upon her. She controlled their breathing, the beating of their hearts. She owned them. None dared even whisper as she spun around the room, her red-gold hair a living thing in the flickering light. Te Asrana, aptly named. Te, the power by which men and women are ruled.

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Laughter echoed off of the walls of the small room. “A choice,” Te laughed. “Oh, I had one. I am no fatalist. I could very well have chosen to deny my nature. And that, that would have been the blasphemy. To have gone against the creator, to have tried to twist what she gave me for the sake of your moral fiber and in the name of your church. I will hear no more of this. You may leave me.” Her hand waved in dismissal.

The women forged on, convinced as she was of God’s will. “You walk with the Devil, the very Kartal escort Devil. You are a hedonist, giving yourself over to sin without a second thought. You blaspheme with every breath. You stir lust, lure men from their wives…”

Te smiled “They come willingly, it is the wives who are blasphemous. They do not know how to love their husbands.”

“Evil!” The woman spat. “Hold that evil tongue of yours, I will hear no more.” And with that she left, stomping out of the apartment in high dudgeon to the sound of Te’s musical laughter.

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Te, the siren, born to sin. The face of an angel was almost enough to hide the soul of a temptress, almost. Her body, built of fantasy, reclined upon a pile of pillows. Long smooth skinned legs lay gracefully against the black brocade; well-rounded hips gave way to a temptingly soft stomach and full breasts. Broad shoulders draped in hair made of flame, and dropping into a graceful back. All supported on arms strong yet feminine, with capable, long fingered hands. All of this was enough to captivate, to ensnare. But then, her eyes, sparkling, fluid, liquid sapphire pools that went on endlessly. Men lost their souls for those eyes. Kurtköy Escort Lost their souls as they tasted full red lips, and touched soft creamy skin. And they never looked back.

Te, created neither good nor evil, simply powerful, a force of nature. She stretched sinuously and rose to her feet. The sun was setting, and it was time to dance. Time to weave again that spell of enchantment. This time there would be no firelight, no bells, and no silk. Only leather, binding chains, pulsing lights, and pulsing sound.

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The music slammed into the crowd, the beat capturing them before she even took the stage. The lights went out, and when they came back on she was bound, center stage, writhing on the pole. Her hands chained above her, body clad in strips of leather, feet dangling a few inches above the ground. Her hands wrapped around the pole as she brought her legs up to her chest, and then above her head, wrapping them around the pole. Her hair hung down in a cascade as she slid slowly upwards, feet first. Then the air was split by a crack, and from the side of the stage came a whip, ripping leather away from her skin and baring her back. She ground against the pole Maltepe Escort and moaned as the pounding industrial rock continued to shake the room. She held onto the pole with one leg and kicked the other straight out, spinning around the pole, giving slight glimpses of her bare breasts. As the spin slowed she swung out, holding the pole only with her bound hands and swinging around into her original position. Facing the crowd, breasts bared, face lowered, body submissive. And yet everyone knew her to be in complete control. The whip cracked out again, and the leather strips covering her hips and thighs were removed. She was left in nothing but a collar, an anklet, and the chains that bound her. She arched on the pole as if in ecstasy and out of the shadows came a man. He was clad all in black silk. A silk half mask covering his eyes. Long black hair flowed free over his shoulders as he strode towards her. His confidence and strength were unmistakable. The audience held their breath, awaiting his next move. He stopped directly in front of her, and he knelt. Head bowed in submission, a whip dropped from his right hand, his head on level with her ankles. The lights went out, and the music stopped. Silence…

The silence was replaced by the roar of the crowd as the stage lights turned back on. Te stood with her delicate feet upon the man’s chest, the pose adopted from a painting of Siva and Kali. The roar was deafening. The smile on Te’s lips bloodthirsty, and the eyes of the man fogged over.

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