She watched - surprised as a beefy hand reached over and landed a stinging blow - making her flesh bounce .. she grinned at Him, leaning closer - the leather kalmak falling open before His eyes.

Bosk, Master .. there's bosk

He hears the price and spits out a mouthful of paga as he laughs.

Rehearsals
Ooooh my god.

OKay, okay.

OKay.

okay.

There was a long, almost too-long pause as she seized her jogging heart rate so that she wasn't gasping for air between her lines, but not so calm that she might undermine the manic energy required for the reading as she pulled up Gretchen Wieners's monologue from Mean Girls… the 2004 version not the 2024 version.

Paradoxically, the script in her hand served as a prop for the first part of the scene.

"Why should Caesar get to stomp around like a giant…" she started, shrill and with a simmering undertone of anger like she was ranting about a protected tormentor during high school. It wasn't exactly her experience, she was closer to a Regina herself, but she had some other girls who seriously had it out for her. She was reading just a tad too fast, but otherwise she kept it together!

"…while the rest of us try not to get smushed under his Big Feet?" she placed her emphasis where she remembered to, holding the script high enough to be a shield but not so high you couldn't see her face, like she was speaking at the page like hyping herself up in a mirror, like she was enacting her fantasy of telling Regina George exactly how she feels.

One gold tarn

*Was it high, yes...was she worth it, probably not worth more that a single half task bit. But this isn't some medieval romance role play site...this is Gor, and you are simply a visitor here on the Plains. Play by our rules, or don't play here at all*

And the price is?

She is now a slave of the Tuchuk, she will only be going with you if you purchase her...and the price has now gone up.

*A harsh rope collar is placed around your neck and you are dragged to a nearby wagon wheel. Shackles are placed on both wrist with a single chain looping through one of the spokes, effectively chaining you to the wheel. Theses wheel are almost 6 earth feet tall, so you hands are raise bit above your head.*

He looks you over. He slaps at your tit as it just dangles there.

'whatcha got cooking?'

Nods, My thanks.Motions the Free Woman to come to Me.

welcome

Rehearsals
The sound of the door and heels pull him out of the Elodie-focused rhapsody he'd just been in, and it's probably too late to actually look professional. The flushed ears are more red than pink as he straightens, offers Elodie Stone an apologetic look as he lets go of her.

So maybe they actually do look professional by the time Holly Blanc sees them. If flushed.

Still, he brightens a little as you walk in and he recognizes you. Not quite the same vibes as your last entrance. You get the warmest, most reassuring smile he can muster - delighted to see you, and hoping to put you at ease.

"Holly! Welcome, we're excited to see what you've got for us today."

A look to Elodie Stone, a silent sort of 'this is her!' tilt of his head - though his excitement and delight when she walked in may have given that away.

Then, back to Holly Blanc, trying to transmit 'you've totally got this!' to her, to help settle her nerves.

Sinking to her knees a bit to the side so as not to block Your view, she took a deep breath before sweet voice lifted ... questioning

Greetings Master - might You desire anything this eve?

Corpo Plaza
She looks at you the same way she always has, still sees you as above it all, on high. Competent, capable, steady and strong. She has virtually nothing to offer, but what she has is yours. It is not as though she had any reputation to protect. She was exactly as they will think she was. She was just never that for you. Only you.

A little nod when you say it's her decision. She knows you'd never force her. You didn't even have to ask, she'd have never know what Nobu and Iridia planted in your files if you didn't trust her enough to tell her. If she found out, she'd think people just assumed this because of what she is and what she's been.

Her arms around you, the bottle in one hand but the other rubbing your back idly through your jacket. Her head is against your shoulder and she presses her face to the side of your neck, breathing you in like a toke and then slowly exhaling.

She's got nothing to lose except you and this is what she has to offer, so she draws back from you and her arms come away. You tell her it's okay if she doesn't want this attached to her and she shakes her head, "I have nothing to protect. I know what I am, Jackson."

She squares her shoulders and stands to her full height, her eyes on yours. "I want you to do it and they'll succeed, and I don't know Iridia, but Nobu won't fail."

The beauty of her design -- though she yearns to be able to have her features reflect her true feelings, tonight she's thankful that she can keep it all tucked away from view and she can show this same hungry expression that she always wears instead.

Moaning as I am savagely displayed

So you do not wish to buy the girl then?
Pitty, I would have given a fiar price for such goods, but enjoy you rest and don't let the renal bugs bite! *chuckles*

He notes the slave he has seen many many times before.

Rehearsals
If they were to stop touching every time they had a chance, she'd be concerned, actually.

Pfft. You don't need me to inspire you.

A compliment too, if a roundabout one. You are brilliant, even without her.

Oh, she'll always be your nightmare chaser. You know that though.

Maybe once auditions are over, they can chase a little. Though, they'll probably just want their apartment and their pajamas at that point. Especially if you're making plans to sleep your way to the top. At your last offer, she flushes a little. Just before the door opens and she gently sits up from your personal space and flicks through the pile of upcoming auditions for the girl walking in, even before she makes it to the marked spot on the floor.

Holly Blanc.

Headshot found, she pulls it from the pile and smiles warmly at you. Apparently at ease and intent on helping you feel at ease too. The way you're holding the script and moving lets her know that you're not fully comfortable yet.

Hi, Holly. I'm Elodie. This is Leo.

While she'd heard that Leo met a Holly at the cocktail party thing, she hasn't connected that you're that Holly.

You can start whenever you're ready.

While she's picked up one of the pens scattered on the table, it looks like she may be about to doodle, rather than take notes.

*Meanwhile, you have been striped, examined, and now are shoved to you knees. One of the Outrides holding you gives a sharp kick to both thighs making you spread them wider for all to see*

She eyed You as she approached with a lil sway - softly biting the inside of her cheek

Indeed this is tiring. I’d prefer to be in My furs. Let Us ends this.