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Commission's HERE: Commissions OPEN (Still)
Ok, so bit of real life info, work isn't going to pay me for 12 weeks due to me taking the option to isolate during that time due to not wanting to catch it and pass it on to anyone else living with me.
So with that in mind, I've decided to drop my commission prices down in order to boost my revenue and further imperil a league of extraordinary damsels.
Same rules as before:
For the sake of clear communication, please send your requests via Note, and please try to include the following:

Your name
Type of Commission
Detailed description of what you are looking for and/or references

I do have the right to decline any requests that are sent my way, so I would recommend not sending any payment my way until I have confirmed I am willing to work on your piece.
When I have accepted your request and payment, I will send out a low resolution version of the commission, in order to allow you to make up to two chances
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The duo continued their tour, Emily's now bare soles padding softly against the floor, the Mistress leading her to a door, wooden, loose fabrics adorning the top in decoration.

"This is our main chambers, where we host our parties and the like, our very heart you might say" She stated to Emily, opening it up with a slow, dramatic pace that the redhead was certain was an intentional choice.

"Ladies first"

Emily took a step inside.

"...Wow" Were her first words, and for a good few moments, her only words.

Before her laid a great hall, long, with more arches than she could count, like an old castle, golden pots and bongs scattered around the place, mixed up with silk pillows and fabrics, platforms placed with far more care on the floor, made from smooth, flawlessly constructed stone.

It was like a scene from a movie. A really expensive movie.

She continued to look around, taking in as many details as she could about the hall's construction and layout.

In other words, anything to avoid looking at the scores of scantily clad women who occupied this place.

"Step forward dear" The sharp voice returned "You must want a better view yes?" Emily turned to find the tall, darkly dressed woman at the door, some of the other dancers in the room being sure to steer clear of her, dropping their heads in respect.

The American obliged, walking a few steps through a clearing on the floor that was surprisingly clutter free, allowing her free movement as she ended up standing with a more central view of the main chambers.

"You have a nice walk dear" The Mistress stated. "Plenty of movement in those hips of yours"

"Huh?" Was all Emily could say to this at first as she suddenly became conscious of a few eyes on her, "Well my mom used to be a model, so, I guess that kinda stuff got passed down" She finished, a dozen harem girls scanning her from head to toe, figuring that they must be trying to figure out what to think of this stranger.

"Interesting, is she here with you?" A random woman asked with a bubbly voice, Emily becoming suddenly aware she was standing on a unique tile unlike the others in the hall, making her feel quite literally put on the spot.

"No, she isn't, I came here with some friends, I don't know where they are now, I-I got lost and seperated, thats how I ended up here" She explained, some of the women giggling until the Head Girl glared them into silence.

"Well you're lucky you came here" The black clad woman said, the others nodding in agreement, "Before something horrid happened to you on those streets" She added, her underlings continuing to agree, some more subtly than others.

"Wouldn't be the first time I got into trouble" Lockwood responded, her and danger basically having dinner every Friday night.

"Indeed not..." The Mistress said quietly before another question came.

"You're not from here are you?" Another woman said, some of the dancers around her looking confused at the idea that needed to be asked.

"No, I'm from America, here on vacation" Emily stated simply.

"Are the girls from America as pretty as you?" One in the back inquired, the rest of the troupe giggling in response. Hell, even the redhead couldn't resist a smirk.

"Heh, sure they are, prettier" Emily responded.

"With legs longer than yours?" The same dancer asked.

This time Emily couldn't stop herself fully smiling, rather embarassed about this attention, and the questions she was getting, failing to stop her cheeks blushing red.

"This isn't how I expected today to go"

"Neither did we" The Mistress interjected, the other dancers falling silent, "But I must say it's worked well for both parties would you not agree?"

"It's...Different, not bad different, just different different" Emily explained elegantly.

"Perhaps we should move on with the tour" The Mistress said firmly "One last question from this Q&A that seems to have started?"

"Hmm, sure" Emily stood staight, her stuttering from before vanishing.

"Can you dance like us?" One in green asked, the rest now staring at their guest more intensely than ever.

The pale sleuth thought for a moment, thinking of all the movies and clips she'd watched...But no, just because she SAW some examples of dancing, didn't mean she could dance for real. Not in front of these women...Right?

"You know what self-doubt? Go away" Was Emily's internal conclusion, taking a deep breath before answering.

"I can try, bit of an experience gap between you and me I guess" She said, the group more interested by the second.

"The music will guide you" The Mistress said, walking closer to Emily, snapping her fingers loudly and crisply, sound speakers crackling into life, an appropriate cocktail of middle eastern sounds now playing through the hall.

The American paused, waiting for the song to pick up, starting with a simple movement of her arm, waving, flowing, soon it began to travel through the rest of her body, her upper body beginning to sway all the way through to her other arm and back again, a small smile forming on her face as this continued.

It wasn't long before her hips were gyrating, slowly, almost hypnotising in their movements as she continued to dance, her pace starting to become more consistent by the second, she looked to the group, who were all watching with smiles on their faces, which only encouraged Emily to carry on, working her way into a sensual turn that showed off her rear, eventually leaving no part of her unchecked, from her slender arms, perky chest, slim waist, wide, strong hips, well rounded bottom, long, sleek, pale legs, and perfectly formed, little feet.

"Is she a pass mistress?" A dancer whispered to her leader, who watched on.

"I think she is" Was the response, the woman in black smirking as the oblivious Emily danced on, unaware of the machinations and sordid thoughts that ran through the heads of everyone around her.

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Edited in Adobe Photoshop CS2, rendered in Daz 4.11 iRay, Emily Lockwood belongs to MarkusJo

Description

Commission's HERE: Commissions OPEN (Still)
Ok, so bit of real life info, work isn't going to pay me for 12 weeks due to me taking the option to isolate during that time due to not wanting to catch it and pass it on to anyone else living with me.
So with that in mind, I've decided to drop my commission prices down in order to boost my revenue and further imperil a league of extraordinary damsels.
Same rules as before:
For the sake of clear communication, please send your requests via Note, and please try to include the following:

Your name
Type of Commission
Detailed description of what you are looking for and/or references

I do have the right to decline any requests that are sent my way, so I would recommend not sending any payment my way until I have confirmed I am willing to work on your piece.
When I have accepted your request and payment, I will send out a low resolution version of the commission, in order to allow you to make up to two chances
=======================================

The duo continued their tour, Emily's now bare soles padding softly against the floor, the Mistress leading her to a door, wooden, loose fabrics adorning the top in decoration.

"This is our main chambers, where we host our parties and the like, our very heart you might say" She stated to Emily, opening it up with a slow, dramatic pace that the redhead was certain was an intentional choice.

"Ladies first"

Emily took a step inside.

"...Wow" Were her first words, and for a good few moments, her only words.

Before her laid a great hall, long, with more arches than she could count, like an old castle, golden pots and bongs scattered around the place, mixed up with silk pillows and fabrics, platforms placed with far more care on the floor, made from smooth, flawlessly constructed stone.

It was like a scene from a movie. A really expensive movie.

She continued to look around, taking in as many details as she could about the hall's construction and layout.

In other words, anything to avoid looking at the scores of scantily clad women who occupied this place.

"Step forward dear" The sharp voice returned "You must want a better view yes?" Emily turned to find the tall, darkly dressed woman at the door, some of the other dancers in the room being sure to steer clear of her, dropping their heads in respect.

The American obliged, walking a few steps through a clearing on the floor that was surprisingly clutter free, allowing her free movement as she ended up standing with a more central view of the main chambers.

"You have a nice walk dear" The Mistress stated. "Plenty of movement in those hips of yours"

"Huh?" Was all Emily could say to this at first as she suddenly became conscious of a few eyes on her, "Well my mom used to be a model, so, I guess that kinda stuff got passed down" She finished, a dozen harem girls scanning her from head to toe, figuring that they must be trying to figure out what to think of this stranger.

"Interesting, is she here with you?" A random woman asked with a bubbly voice, Emily becoming suddenly aware she was standing on a unique tile unlike the others in the hall, making her feel quite literally put on the spot.

"No, she isn't, I came here with some friends, I don't know where they are now, I-I got lost and seperated, thats how I ended up here" She explained, some of the women giggling until the Head Girl glared them into silence.

"Well you're lucky you came here" The black clad woman said, the others nodding in agreement, "Before something horrid happened to you on those streets" She added, her underlings continuing to agree, some more subtly than others.

"Wouldn't be the first time I got into trouble" Lockwood responded, her and danger basically having dinner every Friday night.

"Indeed not..." The Mistress said quietly before another question came.

"You're not from here are you?" Another woman said, some of the dancers around her looking confused at the idea that needed to be asked.

"No, I'm from America, here on vacation" Emily stated simply.

"Are the girls from America as pretty as you?" One in the back inquired, the rest of the troupe giggling in response. Hell, even the redhead couldn't resist a smirk.

"Heh, sure they are, prettier" Emily responded.

"With legs longer than yours?" The same dancer asked.

This time Emily couldn't stop herself fully smiling, rather embarassed about this attention, and the questions she was getting, failing to stop her cheeks blushing red.

"This isn't how I expected today to go"

"Neither did we" The Mistress interjected, the other dancers falling silent, "But I must say it's worked well for both parties would you not agree?"

"It's...Different, not bad different, just different different" Emily explained elegantly.

"Perhaps we should move on with the tour" The Mistress said firmly "One last question from this Q&A that seems to have started?"

"Hmm, sure" Emily stood staight, her stuttering from before vanishing.

"Can you dance like us?" One in green asked, the rest now staring at their guest more intensely than ever.

The pale sleuth thought for a moment, thinking of all the movies and clips she'd watched...But no, just because she SAW some examples of dancing, didn't mean she could dance for real. Not in front of these women...Right?

"You know what self-doubt? Go away" Was Emily's internal conclusion, taking a deep breath before answering.

"I can try, bit of an experience gap between you and me I guess" She said, the group more interested by the second.

"The music will guide you" The Mistress said, walking closer to Emily, snapping her fingers loudly and crisply, sound speakers crackling into life, an appropriate cocktail of middle eastern sounds now playing through the hall.

The American paused, waiting for the song to pick up, starting with a simple movement of her arm, waving, flowing, soon it began to travel through the rest of her body, her upper body beginning to sway all the way through to her other arm and back again, a small smile forming on her face as this continued.

It wasn't long before her hips were gyrating, slowly, almost hypnotising in their movements as she continued to dance, her pace starting to become more consistent by the second, she looked to the group, who were all watching with smiles on their faces, which only encouraged Emily to carry on, working her way into a sensual turn that showed off her rear, eventually leaving no part of her unchecked, from her slender arms, perky chest, slim waist, wide, strong hips, well rounded bottom, long, sleek, pale legs, and perfectly formed, little feet.

"Is she a pass mistress?" A dancer whispered to her leader, who watched on.

"I think she is" Was the response, the woman in black smirking as the oblivious Emily danced on, unaware of the machinations and sordid thoughts that ran through the heads of everyone around her.

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Edited in Adobe Photoshop CS2, rendered in Daz 4.11 iRay, Emily Lockwood belongs to MarkusJo