[Open Video] Such Sweet Moves
[Its dark when the feed comes on, and the only sounds that can be heard are soft murmuring. This doesn't last though, as soon the music starts, and three spotlights slowly illuminate the stage. Front and center was a seeker- curvy, sleek, and a wonderful shade of fuchsia. The moment the chorus opening ends and instrumental begins, he starts to move- twisting and sliding his servo's down his cockpit and wings in time with the moans, arching his frame slowly so as to entice the audience.
Moving on to the face paced male solo, his movements become more jerky, more pronounced- thrusting his pelvis and swaying his aft towards on lookers, taunting them with what he had to offer and that they'd never touch.
When the chorus returned, he returns to touching himself- bringing attention to his pert aft, his wonderful hips- and his gorgeous wings.
The routine continues, going through another round of the already displayed dance, before introducing a new part along with the song. At it, the seeker flies over to land next to a patron, who's servo was filled with credits. Sliding over the mech's seated frame, he caresses, mounts, and grabs the credits before jetting back to the stage, just in time to preform the final chorus.
Routine finished,he leaves the stage with a bow- the lights dimming down to their original intensity.
There is silence for a moment longer, and then a groan.]
... I really should have thought of a better plan.
Moving on to the face paced male solo, his movements become more jerky, more pronounced- thrusting his pelvis and swaying his aft towards on lookers, taunting them with what he had to offer and that they'd never touch.
When the chorus returned, he returns to touching himself- bringing attention to his pert aft, his wonderful hips- and his gorgeous wings.
The routine continues, going through another round of the already displayed dance, before introducing a new part along with the song. At it, the seeker flies over to land next to a patron, who's servo was filled with credits. Sliding over the mech's seated frame, he caresses, mounts, and grabs the credits before jetting back to the stage, just in time to preform the final chorus.
Routine finished,he leaves the stage with a bow- the lights dimming down to their original intensity.
There is silence for a moment longer, and then a groan.]
... I really should have thought of a better plan.