Thread: Caught Pick Pocketing

Dayra had been very unlucky the day her father had passed, in a deep debt that seemed to be endless, and instead of her going to a whore house she managed to put her skills to work, although she could read, write, sing, cook, and do many other things, her real skill was dancing, knowing anything from dancing with a partner to alone on stage. She had hardly had to work her way up, her skills were much better than that of the other dancers and she seemed to draw many eyes to herself when on stage. It had taken some time but the girl had mostly worked off the debt her father owed, but that was not just from the dancing. The dance director who was the one who owned all the girls dancing had them steal from patrons, the dancing and drunkenness of them making it rather easy. Dayra was beautiful tonight, her body slim and slipped into what was mainly a skimpy skirt with slits up the sides and sheer materials to avoid hiding her legs, the top was barely a ribbon tied around her bust and then up and around her throat where it was tied tightly, but hidden by an elegant silver choker. On her wrists she wore bracelets of silver with little bells, and on her ankles were their matches, silver anklets with bells on bare feet. Behind her the long fluffy tail of the black fox was decorated as well with clasps that had bells attached to them. Leading up her body Dayra was wearing hardly any makeup, she was alrady pale, almost milky white with silver hair and dark black fox ears that stood up to catch anyone's attention, but what was the most beautiful feature was her violet eyes, so soft and sweet, but hiding a cunning for her practiced skill and an interest in learning. Her long silver hair fell to her hips, and was left unbound and flowing over her body. When the curtain came up she and the others behind her began once the music started, the dance of the others choreographed to be all the same, only hers was different, much more complicated and advanced, showing her grace, skill, flexibility, and love for dancing and nothing else. Her body swayed, twisted and turned, stepping around daintily and clearly the center of attention for this little dance until it was over and another dancer was up so she could scout the crowds. Dayra batted her long dark lashes and already there were coins that she was having to avoid stepping on that had been tossed up, or even favors of some who wished more than just watching her dance. Her movements were smooth, slowing, and seemed easy, but anyone could tell it was not as simple as it looked from the light sheen on the fox's little body, standing all of five foot five, but she felt tall and proud of her skill. Once the dance was finished she retreated to the back of the stage and exited off to the left and into the crowds to mingle, accepting drinks if they smelt sweet and finally after they had lost interest in her and began watching the next girl she made her way over to drop off her coins and get a drink and watch for wealthy men that were too drunk to notice that the little fox had taken their purse when leaning in to allow him a touch, but nothing more. Most the males and even females she interacted with as though with interest did not interest her and she knew this was all just business and an act. Sitting down for a moment she caught her breath and looked around again, already slipping a few pouches she had taken to the woman behind the counter then sipped her alcohol.