The Party (Part 3)
“Your Imperial Majesty, I’d like to introduce you to Sage. A San’Dreki dancer for your guests on this special evening.” Alfran Goffil said as he introduced the dancer to his emperor.
The girl walked forward, “We’ve met.” she said tersely as she extended her tail slowly and used it to close the emperor’s open jaw, giving it a subtle flick at the end to draw blood across Saarang’s cheek.
Alfran stepped forward with a dark look across his face.
And so Alfran escorted the San’Dreki dancer by the name of Sage on to the stage, where an audience awaited. Alfran picked up the microphone.
Sage started dancing, not even bothering to wait for Alfran to finish his introduction. He stood there, mouth agape staring at the woman as the dancer moved in perfect sync with the music. The steward was rewarded for his inaction when Sage swung around the pole and lashed out with her tail, delivering a swift, deep cut to his cheek.
The audience cheered as blood splattered on to the white marble tiles below his feet. He moved quickly after that, blood trickling down his face eager to get out of range of that deadly tail. He gave her one last look – not one of anger but of respect, and something else, before he disappeared to get his wound seen to.