The redheaded dancing girl was having difficulty deciding.  Tapping gently at her lower lip she returned the appraising of the fox masked man using only the corner of her eye.  What was his interest?  Was it simply lust?  Lust of that magnitude often paid quite well and what was that coin?  Could it be?  It appeared to be celestial jade.

The girl's desire rose up inside her.  She wanted that gem.  It may not be what she thought it was but she could tell it was valuable and very likely magical.  However, what if it was a trap?  She didn't recognize the attire.  She couldn't identify which lands specifically this pair came from.  They weren't of the Shining Sands, nor the Sun Washed Anvil so she rather suspected they weren't after her for the bounty on her head.

Hips swaying, the dancing girl descended the stair case, caressing the railing as she carefully floated down the staircase into the tavern.  That was when she turned her attention on the fox masked man, delivering the full weight of her illusionary green eyes on him.  Walking directly towards his seat, never once breaking eye contact.  She didn't even look away when she placed one bare foot upon the empty chair and used it as a stool to ascend to the top of the fox's table.  

Then she began to dance, first raising one forearm, hand help limply until the wrist caressed her own cheek and pressed her head backwards into a roll across her shoulders even as she lifted one of her bare feet to follow the motion.  She stepped and moved, slipping deftly between the crockery, her hips beginning to sway, her many anklets clinking together like a sequence of bells.  Her skirt slipped across a bottle, washing its surface as it passed over like a teal shadow before she began undulating her hip, the muscles rippling, the low slung skirt and silver embroidery bouncing.

She danced in silence, eyes fixated on the man, she danced ever lower, fingers occassionally reaching for his mask but always shying away, lest she scare him off, her knees bending but her hips and arms moving to a silent rhythm until finally she fell to her knees on the table before him and slipped backed into the dancer's repose, arching her lower back over several pieces of crockery.

Then she rose, lifting herself at the hips, and looked into the eyes of his mask again.