Dance the Night Away

Posted on Sun Jun 18th, 2023 @ 7:52am by Ensign L'Nari & Syaffia & T'Zara Spel'eck

3,480 words; about a 17 minute read

Mission: Mission 4 - Like a Thunderbolt
Location: Mel's Cabaret

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T'Zara was preparing for the show tonight. She'd gotten damn lucky to get this job; it was highly competitive in the world of Cabaret dancing, and to open a show was an even bigger deal. And being the only Vulcan cabaret dancer? Unheard of. Still, many other women had auditioned-all of them more gorgeous than the last, and she knew better than to get her hopes up.

So she was going to do her very best-she did anyway-but this was particularly important today. She was on the stage, doing the blocking for her dances-a step in choreography where you mark the boundaries of where you want to step or land in your jumps and moves on the stage. Each dancer/troupe/act had a different color, and hers was purple to match her costume for the evening. She usually wore the same dress each time, just in different colors that suited her coloring.

She stood in the middle of the stage now, warming up, a long, slender leg bent behind her head. She was classically trained in Earth ballet, as well as traditional Vulcan dance-they shared a lot in common.

Some people were already showing up-that wasn't unusual-it WAS a 24/7 establishment. She was opening up the major show of the night. After she was feeling more limber, she stepped off the stage. She liked to mingle with the patrons before she went on. She made her way to the bar, ordered an iced tea, and then turned to the newcomer.

"Hello. Can I sit by you?"

"Of courrrse you may." L'Nari replied. She took a moment to take in the newcomer's appearance; in short, the Vulcanoid woman was stunning, to stay the least, slender, graceful and there was sereneness to her not unlike that which a Vulcan exuded. Except... she couldn't be a Vulcan, could she? She didn't even know if Vulcans danced or not - from what she knew about them they were a reserved race that didn't look too much at the arts culturally. This woman, however, seemed to be unapologetically breaking the norm on that front.

"Well, my name is L'Nari. What do I call you?" She asked, extending her paw for a handshake. "You look gorrrgeous, by the way."

T'Zara smiled lightly and shook the Caitian's paw. "My name is T'Zara. And thank you. Are you staying for the show? It should be a spectacular one tonight," she said. "Many talented dancers and even a song or two, I think!" One of the girls played a guitar-type instrument as part of her act, and sang some old Earth type sea shanties while dressed as a mythical mermaid. "I will be dancing tonight, as well. Have you ever seen Vulcan dance in person?"

"Well, no. But I would love to see it." Vulcans usually didn't smile either, that much she'd experienced before many times over. Or talk the way T'Zara did. She had to be a hybrid, right? She had to be.

"But yes, I will be staying. I expect something rrreally captivating." She added, wondering how the intensity of Vulcan emotions would express itself through their performing arts - if at all. "I think I missed the otherrr performances, though. When will you be perforrrming?"

T'Zara nodded. "I think you'll find that you enjoy it," she said. "Vulcan dance is very fluid." She stated simply. "I am the opening act, and then I'll perform again a little later in the evening. My second act is more fun; I get to interact with all of you." She said. "So sit close!" She laughed. She stood up then. "Please excuse me, I am going to go say hello to some other people. It was nice to meet you, Ms. L'Nari," she said, gracefully sliding away, towards a small group of people. She never spent too much time with the patrons individually; that was for later. Besides, some of them got weird about it.

T'Zara had a nice laugh. That was surprising considering what she knew about Vulcans - or at least the majority of them. L'Nari was left staring in surprise as she watched the woman flit from table to table, likely surprising every single patron with her demeanor. When the Vulcans said that infinite diversity existed in infinite combinations, they weren't wrong.

Before she knew it the lights began to dim, signalling the start of the opening act. L'Nari turned her eyes to the stage, eagerly awaiting the first act of the night. Vulcan dance? Now this promised to be interesting.

T'Zara could hear the music starting. Vulcan music was mostly string-instrument based, and T'Zara had chosen a more lively Lute tune for this number. It was a mixture of traditional Vulcan dance-a series of movements akin to Earth's Tai Chi, and classical Ballet, both of which T'Zara had studied since she was a toddler. Her father had served a brief while with Starfleet, and it was there that T'Zara had learned about dancing, and loved the feeling of her lithe body moving in graceful patterns through space. She began, a series of movements that were a pantomime of a strip tease combined with twirls, pirouettes, and leg kicks. The sheer, sparkly purple leotard with sheer sleeves added to the ethereal effect, and soon, she was lost in the music. It was meant to convey the changes she'd felt in her life-from the stereotype of "cool, unfeeling Vulcan" to "pretty butterfly." She hoped that people would pick up on the emotions she tried to imbue in her dance. Her final cue sounded, and she landed, gracefully, en pointe, and smiled, her arms out in a semi-circle.

L'Nari, along with the rest of the crowd, erupted into raucuous applause. There was something so captivating about that performance; maybe it was simply how alienly beautiful it became when performed by a species normally as cold and emotionless as a Vulcan. Art in all its forms was about expression, bringing the inner world of the artist to life. T'Zara's was, clearly,
far richer than anyone would have assumed simply by looking at her.

T'Zara stepped off stage then, ceding the stage to the next performer to appear. This one was a tall, statuesque woman with skin the color of rich caramel, unblemished and so smooth it glowed in the dim lights of the cabaret, and dark raven hair that descended lusciously from her head in curls. Lithe yet deliciously curvaceous and clad in a costume, red as wine and shimmering with gold trim, meticulously tailored to accent her body, she exuded allure that simply couldn't have been human. Murmurs of amazement and wonder erupted among a sparse few members of the crowd as she began to perform: "Who is she?" "Whoa, she's hot." "I think I've seen her before..." and more.

The performance was equally, if not more, captivating than the performer herself. Every movement exuded sensuality and passion, inviting the gaze of all present. The audience, L'Nari included, seemed stunned into silence as she twirled, pirouetted and sashayed her way across the stage. At the sounding of her final cue she ended on a slow, practised spreading of her arms in stunning mimicry of the opening of a lotus flower and flashed a dazzling, pearly white smile to resounding applause from the audience.

T'Zara watched the next dancer from the wings. She was good. Almost as good as T'Zara herself. The woman was exotic, possibly a non-green Orion? Did such a thing exist? She was busty-a definite plus. And her slim body moved with grace and beauty. Hot. She'd have to meet this woman later. As the other woman's cue hit, T'Zara left for the changing rooms. Her next act wasn't for awhile, but she still needed a moment to collect herself.

Who better to walk into the changing rooms next than the exotic dancer herself? She wore a smile that exuded confidence and allure as she stepped through the doors and into the comforting cool of the changing room. The grace and sensuality she exuded while dancing didn't just exist while she performed; every step she took even when not simply emanated artistry and grace, from the light tapping of her elegantly crafted red shoes to the light jingle of the accessories she wore round her ankles to the subtle, sensual sway to her hips as she walked. A sigh escaped her elegantly shaped lips as she began to remove layers of her costume, discarding flowing garments of wine red and shimmering gold trim to reveal a black crop top beneath, and high-waisted shorts that curved around her rear tastefully. Her legs were toned from years of dancing yet tantalizingly shapely, like that of a seasoned dancer. As much as she enjoyed donning the colorful outfits that she wore on stage, taking them off to let the air hit her skin always hit the hardest, and in the best ways.

A quick glance around the room later her eyes settled on the Vulcan woman, who seemed to be taking a break from her performance - which she'd watched, and had to admit was stellar, comparable to her own. If they were going to be dancing together for this club, getting to know her could do no harm. "I love the way you dance." Her voice was soft yet euphonic and, like the rest of her, exuded sensuality and warmth, as did the smile her lips naturally curved upwards into. "I've never seen a Vulcan dance before, but today I think you've shown me a whole new world I didn't even know existed." She laughed, a bell-like, sensuous sound. "Tell me, what's your name, beautiful one? Surely it must be as lovely on the senses as its owner is."

T'Zara had tried to be quick about her getaway-she didn't want the other woman to think she was WATCHING her in a creepy way-but she'd apparently been unsuccessful. She turned at the other woman's voice. "Oh. Hello. My name is T'Zara. You did very well out there," the Vulcan said. "What is your name? Surely it's as lovely as the woman who possess it," she said, flirting a little bit in the only way that she knew how.

The woman's eyes, pools of warm chocolate brown, seemed to gleam with amusement. "T'Zara. Can't say I've heard of any Vulcan called that, but there's a first for everything.." She pulled off her shoes, leaving her feet bare, and stretched, pushing out her chest. "As to me? My name is Syaffia. Just Syaffia. My people don't do family names like most cultures do." With her arms still over her head she glanced over at the other. "Like what you see? If you're flirting back at me you clearly do," There was a teasing edge to the euphonic ring of her tone. Syaffia wasn't one bit ashamed of her body at all, and knew full well that to many she was irresistable - and in this case, even surprisingly emotional Vulcans weren't safe from her.

T'Zara watched the other's flirting with a bit of amusement. The younger races were so...quaint. She smiled, though, again. "You do have a lovely figure. Us Vulcans have family names, just most people can't pronounce them," she explained. "I have shortened mine for stage work." She said, simply. "Where are you from, Just Syaffia?" She asked.

The other watched her with those warm brown melted-chocolate eyes for a moment before bursting into peals of amused laughter. Clearly this Vulcan had a sense of humor. She liked that in people. She liked people of all kinds, of course, but the ones without any sense of humor or want to lighten up and enjoy life tired her out. "Argelius. You might've heard of it. It's paradise to basically the entire Federation. Behind Risa, of course. "Perhaps you might've been there before yourself! The women are especially famous, you know."

T'Zara nodded. "I have heard of it. Unfortunately, I've never been there. Not yet," she said. "There is still time; the Troupes take me everywhere." She wasn't truly a part of the Troupe that played here but she often traveled with them, because it was safer in numbers and because she liked them. "Your costume is beautiful," T'zara said. So not Orion, but that explained why she was so different. Argelians were known to be hedonistic. Quite the opposite of Vulcans, even herself. She wasn't like other Vulcans, but she wasn't like that, either!

"So is yours. Don't sell yourself short." Syaffia stood and began to make her way across to the other with that same sensuous sway to her hips, She smelled nice, too, something distinctly floral and comforting. "It's kind of sad when people do that, you know? Everyone is beautiful and deserves to feel that way, don't you agree?" By now she'd closed the distance between them to stand behind T'Zara; she settled the tips of her fingers lightly upon the other's slender shoulders, tracing them along lightly enough to send a pleasurable shiver down her spine. "When's your next performance? Perhaps we could get to know each other in the meanwhile. Not too closely, mind. We both still have to dance." A smile danced its way across her lips, half sultry and half mischievous.

T'Zara may not be a traditional Vulcan, but she was still Vulcan, and her logic said that this was a bad idea. Still, she smiled. "Thank you. I love the colors of my costumes," she said. It was true. "They are handmade and I always make sure to get the finest silks I can find," she said. She pulled the sleeves off of her leotard-the base would work for both of her acts-but she'd change out the corset and trimmings for the second. She had little hangups about her body, so changing in front of other people wasn't a big deal to her-man, woman, whatever. She didn't care. Next off came her corset-she'd worn an under-bust style for the first dance, with a bodice under it, to which was attached the sleeves and various tinkling bells that had enhanced the dance she did. Her ample breasts were exposed now, but would only be so for a moment. She shivered a bit when the other woman touched her. "Five more acts. Let me get my top on and we can go out and mingle with the crowd for the intermission," the intermission gave the dancers a chance to use the restroom and hydrate in between acts. It was akin to a coffee break and lasted about as long.

"Don't take too long," Syaffia's smile was alluringly warm, as was her tone. She lifted her hands off the woman's shoulders, not before letting the tips of her fingers brush lightly against her cheeks. T'Zara had nice skin, she thought, smooth like hers and pleasantly soft. She left to put on a more comfortable pair of shoes: a red pair of ankle boots. She didn't mind people seeing her as is; she was proud of how she looked and the effort she'd put in to keep herself looking that way. She waited for T'Zara at the door with an inviting smile while brushing a hand through her hair.

T'Zara's top wasn't much of a top; it was an ochre color over-bust corset that covered just enough that she wouldn't be arrested for indecency. The skirt for this one was in earth-toned tulle lace, and her dance was definitely different from the first. She was also playing the lute, and it would give kind of an "Earth Mother" vibe if she did it correctly. She would be near undressed for it, though tastefully, and it was her favorite dance.

She found Syaffia, and smiled lightly again. "Are you ready? I'll introduce you to my new friend," she said, leading the way to find L'Nari. She found the Caitian, and sat down next to her. "This is Syaffia, a friend. Come, have a drink with us," she said.

L'Nari opened her mouth to talk, but what came out were incoherent kittenlike mewls that could barely constitute communication of any kind. T'Zara had been stunning, of course, but having this other performer who had, in her opinion, demolished her performance with her very own and in looks, was almost too much. Heat flared violently in her core and in her ears as they turned pink on the inside, and she glanced furtively between both women in a funny mix of shock and... arousal. No, really, both of them were knockouts.

"Oh, look at you. Are you okay?" Syaffia reached out and brushed her fingers over the Caitian's knuckles, eliciting a yip and a bit more incoherent mewling from her. "Is the atmosphere too much for you, sweetie? T, I think she's broken..."

T'Zara laughed. "I think so!" She leaned over, quietly, and spoke soothingly to the Caitian. "Are you ok? We're only teasing. Do you want some water?" She asked. Poor thing. "Do you need me to take you to medical?" She offered.

"Uhhh... no! No. Not at all. No. No." L'Nari gave herself a good mental slap to the face. Snap out of it, girl! "Uhm. Anyway. Hi. Syaffia. You are very, verrry prrretty." She said, ears pinning slightly to her head. Honestly? L'Nari knew that she herself was no slouch, but sitting across from Syaffia made her feel a bit small. "It's... it's just a little overrrwhelming. You two... you two look so good."

"Oh, sweets. Here." Syaffia leaned over, whispered something in the Caitian's ear and wrapped her arms around her in a hug, stroking her fur. One more whisper in her ear later the Caitian's ears turned a bright shade of pink, and Syaffia pulled away with a grin plastered across her lips.

T'Zara watched with interest-and a smirk-as the other woman leaned in to whisper to the Caitian. Vulcans were empathic, though it wasn't all consuming, like some other races. Still, she wished she'd honed it because she was dying to know what was said to make the Caitian behave this way. After a moment, Syaffia pulled away. T'Zara smiled. "Maybe I'll let you two have a moment. A gentleman over there seems interested in my hello," she said, her gaze on a Starfleet officer that no one recognized. His yellow shirt said he was Engineering or operations. That meant nothing to T'Zara, though, and with a lithe, deft, soft movement, she was on her feet and gliding across the aisle.

"See you later. I've got to prepare for my next show - seven o'clock at the promenade tomorrow, remember." The caramel-skinned dancer smiled, stood and returned to the wings of the stage, brushing her fingers over L'Nari's shoulders, elliciting a mewl from the woman's chops. Whatever she'd said, the Caitian certainly seemed to like.

Back in the dressing rooms, T’Zara was preparing for her next act. She spotted Syaffia, and went over to her. T’Zara was fully nude but her dress was in her hand, and she stepped into it as she spoke. “What’d you say to L’Nari?” She said. “Be a dear and zip me up?” She turned around. The “dress”’was more of a bronze lamé slip. Over it, a long tulle skirt would be attached, and then a headpiece. She’d also be playing the lute. It was supposed to give off “earth maiden” vibes. When she was done, she stepped back. “Ooh, I’m next!” eedrdu

"Oh, you look gorgeous, T. Here." Syaffia, delightfully playful as she was, did just a little more than zip up her new friend's costume. She traced her fingers up her back while doing so, teasing the spots she knew were extra sensitive judging by her reaction. Until then she'd never imagined that a species as stoic as the Vulcans was capable of making the little noises that escaped T'Zara's mouth, but then again her new friend was a delightfully refreshing subversion of all she knew about them.

"Oh, what did I say to L'Nari? I promised that I'd take her out and get her feeling like the beautiful kitty she literally is. You've seen her. You know what I mean." The bronze-skinned woman smirked as she stepped back to admire her handiwork. "And if she was especially good... well, we could always retire to someplace more private, and I could let her feel beautiful in a much more enjoyable way..."

T’Zara turned Vulcan; giving the other woman a sharp look, her eyebrows curled into a grimace. “You know how unsafe it is to date patrons,” T’Zara said. “Just be careful and don’t let Melisandre find out.” Just then, her cue hit, and she plastered a smile on her face. “See you,” she said, taking her place in the wings, lute in her hands.

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