Devon Ava Sawyer (systemoverload) wrote in darkcarnivale, @ 2011-07-23 14:04:00 |
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Current mood: | working |
Current music: | David Guetta - Little Bad Girl ft. Taio Cruz, Ludacris |
Entry tags: | devon sawyer, matthew |
Who: Devon and Matthew
What: Devon takes to the stage for the first time
When: Friday evening
Where: Burlesque tent
Rating: Mild/Moderate (for her dancing so far)
Status: Closed/Incomplete
Every act in the Burlesque tent had their own unique way of traversing the stage and tantalising the crowd, each was unique and highly individual - it was what made the tent so popular, aside from the whole women taking their clothes off. Devon was new, one of the newest, and she had yet to grace the stage, but tonight was the night. The night to prove that Arkady had made the right choice in giving her a place in his Carnival.
It was impossible not to be nervous, especially in a crowd of that size. Devon was used to the more intimate surroundings of a darkened club, where she couldn't make out faces, but she knew their eyes were on her. This was different, she could see every face and feel every single breath on the back of her neck. It was both frightening and exhilirating, but dancing was what she lived for and she never felt more alive than when she was moving in time to the beat. Pushing her fears to one side, Devon inhaled and breathed and as the lights went up on her lone figure, one long leg wrapped around the pole that she was all but hugging, her eyes opened to drink in the crowd - the very same crowd that had scared her shitless earlier in the evening. She looked as if she owned them, knew what they wanted and intended on giving just enough to tease, but nowhere close to satisfying.
As she curled around the pole she looked every bit her stagename, movements smooth and expertly carried out. Every inch of skin seemed to glitter under the stage lights and her choice of makeup only accentuated her eyes, making them stand out as she moved fluidly from one movement to the next. Her hips rolled in ways that should have been illegal, causing a flicker of muscle beneath the skin that glowed, drawing the eye to the God given curves. Devon played to her strengths, put hands in her long hair and drew it away from her neck, mouth opening into a silent gasp that was more than perceivable to the eye.
Her dance of choice was... seduction, in human form.
She believed in teasing and tantalising the crowd with what they could have instead of what was right in front of them. Her body was barely covered, but the illusion that there was a sexual undercurrent in the provacative dancer was Devon's way of wooing the crowd. Every move was heavily ladened with sexuality, light movements hinting at what the woman might be liked behind closed doors and under the sheets. Give them a taste, but leave them wanting more.
Devon turned on her heels, ridiculously agile, fingers dragging over her face and lingering on the full lips that were a blood red. She even went so far as to smear the previously immaculate heartlike kiss on both lips, her act taking on a far more... guttural display, as if she was losing herself to the music, in the throes of a moment. In truth, she was both lost and totally in control, aware of what the loss of composure could and would do to the men in the crowd.
It was only when she ripped her outfit of choice from her form that she affected a slightly coy expression as there she stood in almost all her glory except for the smattering of gems over her more... intimate bits. Oopsie. Devon's lips curled and she pressed the tips of her fingers to her mouth, laying a ruby kiss there before she turned it outwards to the ground and with a wink the lights dimmed completely. As the lights went out, Devon let out the breath she'd been holding onto for the entirety of the show, more than pleased with the clapping and whistles she coud hear. Not bad for her first time out on the stage. Not bad at all. Devon exited stage right and just wet her lip, feeling the trickle of sweat on the curve of her neck and she went in search of a towel.
With towel in hand, Devon wandered outside of the tent and simply inhaled, letting the cool night air calm the rushing of her blood and cool the heated sensation that seemed determined to crawl over her skin.