Thread: Dragonia (Middle Six)

Name Nickname Orania Cee Ony Attire Black dress with generous neckline, heels, black shawl with gold embroideries. Weapon None, ATM. Location Backstage, The Reptile House Dragonian nightclub. Tagging Anyone. Time October 1. Night. As Orania's voice rose, her soprano hitting her highest notes, then descended into a throaty growl, she knew she had the audience where she wanted them. Actually, she had herself where she wanted to be, right at the point where she stopped being just her, and instead became some sort of avatar for her music, a conduit for for her art. She had been nervous before entering the stage. She almost always was, especially when performing at a new venue, before a new audience. She had learned not to fight her stage fright, instead feeling it, mentally probing it. It gave her an edge, an energy she could use. She had counted the seconds, counting down to the moment when a stage technician whispered, You are live, and you may go on anytime from.. now! . There had been no announcement of her arrival, just like she had asked. Instead, the music had been turned down, and the curtains drawn aside. She drew a deep breath, then walked forward, arms up in a dramatic gesture. She sang, her voice growing steadily in pitch and strength. At first her voice, but as the systems kicked in, the voice was accompanied by a complex beat, a mixture of her breath, her hearth and her legs. At first low, almost trembling, but stronger as she went. The audience stopped talking and chattering amongst themselves, and turned to watch her. The stage was actually circular, in the middle of the dance floor, with a pole in the middle, and Ony was walking over the audience on a drawbridge. As she reached the centre stage, she had the undivided attention off all the audience. It was then she let her voice rise to its true height, then descend into a growl. It was a trademark of hers, the audience recognized it, and a cheer rose up. Grabbing the brass pole, she did a half jump, grabbed the pole and did a half spin, triggering a throaty subwoofer roar. The crowd exploded. From that point on, performing was a pure joy. The crowd boosted her energy, her energy enriched the music and the music kicked life into the audience. She wove intricate melodies with her hands, summoned sensual beats with her swaying hips, and let her voice soar as a bird above it all, then descend into sensuous, playful half growls. Her style less hard both physically and rhythmically than many others, more focused on singing than gymnastic exercise, but she did still combine voice and movement. Her dance was definitely on the more sensual side of the spectrum. She would slide her hands over her body, grind up against the central pole- It had always felt natural for her. She was after all sharing the very sound, the very feeling of her body with the loving audience. There was a certain element of eroticism there, and she would not have been able to remove it if she even wanted to. Her last number was a pure dance number. She reached behind her and released the zipper on her dress, letting it fall to the floor. Some cheered, although some were probably disappointed to discover that she had a tiny, lacy underdress. With freer movement, she gave the last dance her all. To her it was no longer just sensual, it was sexual, her body almost fucking the sound-waves, the deep throbbing drumbeat of her own hearth and her abdominal muscles. At the end, she suddenly stopped moving, just clenching every muscle she could, generating an almost painful wall of noise for about 20 seconds. Then she made a prearranged gesture at the sound-man.Without warning, he killed all feed except the ones from her breathing, tongue and vocal chords. Dropping to her knees, she sang out the last lines of the song she had started with. Her voice was rawer now, and sounded almost fragile compared to the brutal noise from seconds earlier. Then she let her song fade away. Silence. Then the roar of applause. Ony stood up, grinning from ear to ear. It was all over, but for the exit, and it had been good.