Board Thread:Konoha General RP/@comment-28929139-20170617012019/@comment-28929139-20170618010140

Kideme was actually happy that Tiatsu was pelting her with rice because for the most part she understood exactly why he was doing it. It didn't stop her or slow her down in her performance either, she continued to persist and see this dance to the end.

With her showing off her garters, she slowed down enough to make a somewhat loaded gesture of slowly untying the knotted bow that held her bustle together. At the same time too, she slid that same leg and foot out in front of her to lengthen and soften the harsh silhouette of her standing up straight. The slow incline of her arm dragged the satin ribbon high from it's nesting until finally, it pulled loose. But! She grabbed the falling end of the bustle and turned, flashing Tiatsu little bits of skin and panty with the gradual peel of the bustle. She only strutted a couple feet ahead when she slightly bent her knees and leapt high and pretty far across the floor. For all of her terrible footwork, lopsided timing and virginal attempts at being alluring, Kideme held perfect form through the leap. Her long legs were a near perfect 90 degrees, her pert little rear end was taut with tension, her spine was long and fluid, and at her highest, she was about six feet off the ground. All this she did while tearing the bustle from her hips and tossing it to the wayside, and landed it on the single ball of her right foot. She didn't even so much as shake or lean forward from it either even despite remaining balanced on just the top half of her foot. He would see that her obi, bustier, and panty were an interchangeable corset ensemble all its own.

With her left leg still flexed out, she kicked into a single pirouette spin, while her arms were perfectly symmetrical, loosening the strings to the obi corset behind her hair, which fell in a perfect curve over her rhinestoned rear end. That was the reason for the cut. Her back side was facing him now and she whipped her hair to cascade over her shoulders now. The way she tugged and pulled at the strings, he'd have been able to see the corseting details as well as the definition of her back. Her shoulder blades stacked and lifted like a symphony, the shape of her neck and posterior were swanlike and was even oddly accentuated by the circular black curse mark that was off center from the perfect line of delicate bones that stippled and gradually disappeared down her spine. Her hands disappeared to her front while she slowly, very slowly worked open the frontal snaps of her corset. All he could see from behind were her arms rising and falling until holding the final button, she twirled around in a swirl of black hair. Unhooking the final fastener, she jutted one arm back to pop open  one side while she turned, saving the other side to face him, which as the final strums of the shamisen played out, she just snatched from her midsection.

The song came to a close and she turned toward him. "....Ta da!"