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Yeah, Gaila doesn't know how to work the private communications buttons. She doesn't really bother to try. She does relay her current coordinates though.
To Pavel: Here I am!
To Man Jim: I really really wanna see you. So when you get a chance, could you stop on by?
To Pavel: Here I am!
To Man Jim: I really really wanna see you. So when you get a chance, could you stop on by?
Without waiting for an answer, Gaila jumped up. "Most of our dances tell stories, or communicate specific things, like invitations. Usually sex things. Lots of them are with or for other people, so really, it's just like fucking, but in an artistic way, for other people. But there are lots of artistic ways to fuck for other people that aren't dancing."
Gaila was babbling, but she didn't notice; she was so excited someone was interested in something she could do really well. "But this is a dance for children, and the story isn't too shocking, I think. Young boys learn this one. It can be done with girls, usually two of them, but it's okay to do alone, too."
Gaila walked a few paces away and crouched down. Her hair spilled over her face and shoulders, completing the effect of a small, tight ball in the middle of the room. Her voice was quiet. "The story goes like this. I am a young merchant boy, just entering puberty. I have just earned the right to begin collecting slaves. It is often said that the way a boy trains his first slaves determines how successful he will be in life--if he cannot tame them, he will never sell them and earn the money to build up his business. Now I have just collected two slaves, and my livelihood rests in their subjugation."
Gaila slowly unfurled herself, outlining the shapes of the two slaves the merchant boy had just earned, still staying low to the ground. Her voice is low, in time with her movements, building up a sort of chant. They sounded like words which had been said a thousand times, and the rhythmic sway of her body looked like the echo of ages. "I train one with anger, and one with gentleness." Gaila swept out her arm in hard, powerful movements, then swept it back in against herself down her body. She turned, and the fluid twist of her body almost produced the illusion of two other people there, shadows dancing with her. "This slave is stubborn," Gaila went on. "This slave is weak."
The moves were not incredibly complex or strenuous. Nor were they incredibly sexual as most of her people's dances--though the dance was still provocative. Each move, too, in some way demonstrated the words of the story, though it was far more interpretive than miming. She hoped it would help Pavel to remember, if he wanted to learn.
"Then, the unthinkable happens," Gaila said. She twisted her body sharply, a sinuous curve. "The two slaves fall in love with each other. I, their master, am angry. They should love only me! Only I should dictate their congress; they should only join at my command." Gaila undulated, angry pelvic thrusts she didn't think were too obscene. She moved her hands down her body, the movements both angry and sensual, playing against the two imaginary slaves. "I seek to break their connection. Their wills. Their love, and bind them only to me!"
Gaila spun, sweeping her arms out in a circle. "At last, with threats and fire, I break them. The slaves are docile; they are objects." Gaila stood tall, her head thrown back. "And I am master."
Then she dropped the pose, and grinned at Pavel. She had on her open, eager, friendly expression, as if she had not done anything sensual or sad or serious at all. "Like that?" she asked eagerly. "I can teach you the whole dance, or just some of the moves. But the dance is super easy, Pavel; you could learn it in a lick."
[[OOC: Okay! Hope work goes good. Also, Gaila has the worst timing ever, and totally doesn't think before uh, doing stuff. Just sayin'.]]
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"You are...truly amazing, Gaila. So much skill is needed, that I did not think of! This story is sad, but it is also beautiful." Pavel stopped clapping, but his smile never left. "Thank you for helping--and sharing these with me."
He got up and joined Gaila by her side. He'd worn a simple black shirt and the most movable sweatpants he could find, because he knew he was going to be attempting very...flexible positions.
"Would you do this again, please? I will try to follow you." Pavel had already memorized every move in his mind, being used to memorizing much more, but he knew he would need help with the actual dance part. "And I will tell you, I am terrible at dancing."
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Then she realized Pavel hadn't had much sex and that probably wasn't a nice comment for him. "Sorry. Look, you're strong and flexible, and it's easy. See, here. You get down in a crouch like this. Then remember how I got up, and stayed low?" Gaila demonstrated. "Now you try it."
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He repeated the moves, then the several ones after, showing her that he had, in fact, been paying attention. At a certain sway of his hips, though, Pavel stopped and shook his head.
"That did not feel like it was supposed to, I think." He chuckled sheepishly.
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Gaila got behind Pavel and put her hand on his hips. It didn't occur to her at first Pavel might be uncomfortable with this. "Move them like this," she said, and tried to show him.
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He tried to follow suit. Letting Gaila push his hips in the right directly--a circulating motion that was harder than it looked. Feeling stiff at first, but after a few tries managed something that he figured was...pretty close? Pavel hoped.
"This is a main part of the dance, yes?" He asked, trying the move again. "I would think this is easier for women because their hip bones are formed differently from mens'..."
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Gaila had her hips up against Pavel's, with her hands settled on them. They tried the swivel thing again. "There, you've almost got it. Now you've got to relax your arms. When you reach out for the slave, you've got to really reach, like you . . ." Gaila tried to think of a way Pavel might understand, because Pavel would never enslave anyone. "Well, the closest thing is like reaching out for a lover. But like a lover you want to make hurt. Of course the sentiment of the dance is you really do want to hurt them, but you can pretend you want to hurt them in just a nice, sexy way."
Gaila guided his arms with hers.
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He let Gaila guide him all the while, fixing his petty mistakes and showing him through each act. She was a good teacher, Pavel realized.
[[OOC: Sorry for the partial god-modding? XD Feel free to do the same! I figured going through each thing would take too long?]]
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"You're doing so good, sweetie." She adjusted the configuration of Pavel's fingers, and made him do an arm sweep again. "Okay, now comes the part where the two slaves fall in love. You give a little hop, and . . ." She drifted off because Pavel was already doing the steps. He remembered them perfectly, and was really learning the flow of this style of dance, though his movements were still rather stiff in some ways. She watched him for a moment, then realized something else.
"Honey, you've got to dance with all parts of you. That means your face, too. And because it's a story, you're feeling different things all the way through. Like when the slaves go behind your back, you've got to show in your face your anger, and your rage, and even your pain and fear. These slaves are everything to you; you lose them to each other and you lose everything for yourself. So there's terror there, and loss, as well as hatred. And point your toe there, so your leg makes a nice line."
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He'd been so concentrated remembering the steps that he'd completely forgotten to do anything else. "Eh, I will remember this!" Pavel shook his head for being so stiff.
Trying to follow her instruction, he pushed down the feeling of embarassment he felt when he tried to put the emotion into the dance, which was soon completely gone when Gaila joined him to demonstrate, her unrepressed attitude lifting his.
Whether he was doing it right he didn't know. But when it came to the slaves earning their punishment, Pavel thought of the deepest feeling of control, and he tried to push it into his, albeit rough, dance. He thought of Hikaru, and Mr. Lee, too; the rage and sorrow that both of them had the habit of showing, and the anger and loss that it had given Pavel as well.
And then suddenly, in his head. he really was the master. And Hikaru and Mr. Lee were his slaves. They had fallen in love and he would not stand for it. He split them apart, and reinforced their alignment to him; they were his and only--
Pavel stopped the rehearsal abruptly, shaking his head and ruffling his hair to rid himself of the strange image. What had ever posessed him to think that? He'd never know, but he wasn't sure if it scared him or made him feel stronger.
"I," Pavel started, then stopped, sighing and grinning in the end. "Sorry, we should continue, yes?"
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Gaila watched him. He looked pretty embarrassed about it, even though his body was doing a lot of the right things. It probably wasn't such a good dance to teach Pavel, she realized. Like she'd thought about before, Pavel would never enslave anyone. In fact, an Orion slaver was pretty much the exact opposite of the kind of person Pavel was. He was gentle and sweet and even if people hurt him, he didn't try to hurt them back.
She started thinking maybe she should've picked a girl dance for him, after all. There were some slave dances that were all about love and loss. Pavel could've really gotten into one of the ones about a slave falling for her smart, manly, talented master.
But then Pavel's face changed. He was really getting into it, and it was a part of Pavel Gaila hadn't seen before and it was really really hot, god, she'd noticed, but made herself stop noticing, how lithe his body was and how agile and how intense his eyes were and it was really really--
scary, really. Because Gaila recognized some of the things in Pavel's movements, and Pavel's eyes. This was, after all, a slaver dance. She'd performed it many, many times before she'd shown it to Pavel.
Just, all those times, she'd never ever played the one in control.
But Pavel was her friend. And she didn't get scared of friends.
"Yeah," she made herself say. "Yeah, we should. That was really--beautiful, Pavel. You know, dancing is a really great way to express yourself. It's really safe, and you can say things with it you might otherwise not, in real life. It's sort of like sex, when you're doing it with people you are comfortable with. You should do that. Just let go. And make sure when you do a spin like that, you spot. That means you focus on one point, or you get dizzy."
She showed him how, and he followed suit. She gently guided his arms again into their appropriate positions. "You're doing really super, honey."
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Trying to spot was hard, because he couldn't seem to stay in a straight line, but Pavel adjusted to it after a few tries. Gaila's every example was so effortless, so beautiful, Pavel practically felt the control and precision she was emanating.
Finally they finished the dance, and Pavel felt a little proud of himself. He was slightly dizzy, but he waited for it to pass, he really felt like doing more. The dance released something from him, pent up energy and negative emotions. If this is what meditation was like, Pavel would have to ask Spock about the Vulcan type; he felt accomplished and restful, more than he'd ever been in a while.
"Gaila." He started. He looked like he'd run a marathon, she looked like she hadn't done anything strenuous all day. "Do you think...there is another dance you could teach me that I can do for, mm, Hikaru?"
And maybe even for Mr. L-- Pavel shook his head rapidly from the thought, wherever it had come from. He wanted to get to know the man, but not know him with that, god.
Then Pavel shifted awkwardly, biting his lip. The previous dance was already engraved in his mind, and he was ready for another. "A...special one." Pavel put emphasis on that word, hoping she'd catch his meaning. Hikaru had always been a gentle lover, but Pavel was still a beginner at every experience and wanted to have something new and intimate for him.
Pavel only hoped his request wouldn't be too awkward for her (then he scratched that thought too when he remembered it was Gaila), but he was definitely ready to learn as much as he could.
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But Jim was dropping by soon. "I can totally teach you something else, honeybunches. I got some things to do right now, but we could totally meet up later this week. You just comm me, okay?"
They agreed and said their goodbyes. Then Gaila met up with Jim.
[[OOC: Hope the slight godmodding is okay. Now it's backdated way back to semi-early in the leave on Risa.]]
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