Lights, Camera, Orc-tion!

27: Revelation

"Welcome to the stage Temma Tacion!"

Lights dimmed onstage and a hush fell over the crowd. Pretty impressive, in Avicia's opinion, given how rowdy and loud they were earlier.

The queen strutted onstage and everything about her shone. Gold stained her eyelids and lips and her cheeks sparkled with glitter. She even wore decorative golden caps on her tusks.

Her massively high and fountainous white-blonde hair swung behind her as her heels click-click-clicked across the floorboard. She smiled and waved, blowing kisses to people in the audience. One particular fan received a wink, which made the recipient giggle and blush. Amusement twitched at the corners of Avicia's lips.

The queen's gold dress - a skintight number with a sweetheart neckline and wide flared skirt - glimmered under the lights. Even gold sparkled in her black stockings, which clung to nicely shaped legs until the eye reached her feet. On which Temma wore golden stilettos with such tall skinny heels that Avicia's admiration was instantly bought.

Music piped through the speakers, a sultry rendition of an old song. Avicia wasn't exactly listening to it, more interested in what the performer was about to do. Likely lip syncing, she guessed, perhaps with audience interaction. Judging by the rapt attention the audience gave Temma, Avicia wondered just how interactive it'd be.

As anticipated, Temma's movements snapped to the thumping rhythm, her choreography crisp and sharp. Every step was purposeful and confident, her gaze moving over the crowd as she lip synced. Temma's own hands slid down her body, following the edges of her form, as she swayed slowly. Swinging hips turned to a salacious thrust, right as a heavier beat dropped. Someone in the audience gave a whoop, while a few whistled.

It was about that time Temma's focus fell to Avicia, and she suddenly realized.

Avicia's eyes widened and Temma's smile quirked at the corners. A familiar grin that sent a lick of heat down Avicia's spine. Heat flashed through Avicia, only worsening when Temma click-click-clicked her way down the stairs in those damned heels.

And the worst was Temma didn't gravitate toward Avicia right away. Oh no. The queen was letting Avicia dangle. She made pitstops. Bending over other patrons or pulling someone to their feet and giving them an appraising look, before shoving them back into their chair.

While Avicia was still trying to resuscitate her flatlining brain, the queen advanced on her. Temma approached, a mock-critical look in her eye. All the while, Avicia could only stare, wide-eyed, up at her. And there was plenty of up to go, since the naturally tall orc gained half a foot in those heels.

Catching Avicia by her chin, Temma's strong fingers pressed up, coaxing Avicia to her feet. She followed the silent order, face aflame and heart pounding. Others were watching. In the slurry of her broken mind, Avicia could only imagine what they thought. Was this abnormal for Temma's show? Were they jealous or just aching with curiosity over what would happen next?

Temma turned Avicia away from her, but her arms quickly caught the human. Avicia leaned back against the orc as Temma stooped lower. She realized Temma was singing the words softly under her breath. Low and soft, making Avicia's body tingle as the vibration entered her ear.

One of Temma's hands reached down, pressing along Avicia's thigh. Crooked fingers snagged along the already torn tights, the sensation sinful against her skin.

Her other hand cupped at Avicia's throat, forcing her to look upward as long fingers teased across her lips. That is, until Avicia parted her lips, taking one digit into her mouth. Closing her eyes, Avicia's tongue teased along Temma's fingerprint.