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Chapter 440




Chapter 440: Erotic Dancers 1
When wrapped around a sketchy costume that can’t even be Naris’ bought clothes, the two dragons, who look like whatever they wear, originally create a demonic atmosphere, as does Almeida and Sharon, who are far from the mysterious image.
“I feel like such a clear veil doesn’t make any sense…”
Almeida blurs as she asks Tetes to put a veil covering the lower half of her face. Its naked consists of a thin cloth only, and it sounds good to say that it won’t interfere with the movement, but it’s wrapped up to the point of being sorry in dancer clothes with a man’s desire rounding design that doesn’t even seriously cover the important part.
“Especially this face veil. I don’t even think it makes sense by nature. I’m oblivious to desert culture, but isn’t this kind of thing in women that embodies prudence? Why are you setting it up with dancers’ clothes?”
“Chitchitch”
Naris waved his finger. Though I care a little about my gaze and still try to pull my arms in front of my body and collect them, that’s perfectly normal.
“This is it, I didn’t hide it, but it’s worth what I’m hiding.”
“What do you mean?
“If I hide it completely, I don’t know the beauty or the skank, so as a customer, I’m unhappy.”
“You can just show it to me normally, right?
“But whichever way you go, it’s not just the individual who wears this and shows his dementia, it’s Mr. Dancer. By hiding it, you will be abstracted not as” Mr. Almeida the Dance Spear, “but as” Elf, a beautiful woman in a suit that is not even there. “Do you understand?”
“… is it like a kind of masquerade? It becomes unspecified while maintaining its personality…”
“It’s like that. You know, adult playfulness or romance in the way you draw boundaries.”
“Naris, a totally eclectic scroll takeover and sale -“
“So, because, you know, I mean, I was surprised if you thought it was the right mon to set it up tighter! This is how they sell real costumes!
You are over-named of erotic culture. Is a series scroll issued only once or twice a year something that understates the situ and sells so much? Well, there’s a lot of ridicule.
“Well, I don’t wear too many tobacco like this right now.”
“Is that right?
Mr. Hilda grinned bitterly after picking a thin cloth that almost just covered his hands and feet.
“Demand an abstract presence on a girl. I mean, it’s a big game assuming you get a lot of girls lined up. When more desert cities are closed and like kingdoms, it felt like a uniform in the rear palace and there were some of these… ‘Daughters of certain ages are bound to be tasted in the sheikh’s hall’ and few tyrannical laws because they’re pretty ventilated now. If you’re not in a community as tough as that, you can’t be on active duty like this.”
“Uh. So you’re saying this is a culture of extermination?
“We don’t weather culture that much because we have long-lived species, but maybe that’s what it means to have no active community in use. It would have happened about 200 years ago, but now I wonder if sex games are the last place to be.”
“A little disappointed…. but I don’t know if you’ll be disappointed because it’s not a culture of lies.”
It was Naris sticking to the weird part.
And then I realize that Naia is also a sketchy dancer in the flow.
“If you think of the old cultural heritage, you can’t cut it off with just nasty things…”
Naia strokes clothes that can’t even be worn around her.
Needless to say, white skin and breasts big for the body claim an amazing presence, but because of this, Aurora and Deane have fluffy blonde hair, hanging silver forehead decorations, and trying to decorate it like a princess, so it contrasts high again with the native standings of Deane and Hilda. It stays the same all the time, but a noble daughter unfamiliar with such an aptitude entertains me with the kind of mismatch that she is made to have an erotic aptitude in a way like social studies.
Yes, precious metals such as forehead decorations, hair decorations, bracelets and foot rings were distributed sequentially for what Lyla would have liked to have, and each was worn continuously.
Angelos’ ears, flushed loosely with long hair, have thin, long, thinly draped, finely crafted earrings and a luxurious stone necklace on the chest, colouring overly unprotected skin.
“Oh, I wonder if it’s a bad taste.”
Although Angelos seems uncomfortable with its overdecorated appearance than usual.
“No, if you’re a dancer like this, it’s probably Ari who decorates it.”
If it’s a dying culture and a costume to play with, I don’t know how the real thing was dressed either.
However, the thin cloth coat, which was entirely dedicated to porn but also considered to dance and dance, had a strange affinity that I could be sure was still in harmony with wearing many wonders and accessories.
“Is this what it looks like”
Aurora will decorate us and spread it to me.
Through a gold and silver tangled ring on both arms (a guy whose three or so thin rings are intertwined and can’t be removed), the hair is held together in an up and fastened with a jeweled hair ornament, the chain dripping short from the collar and connected to the same red gem as the hair between the breasts. There’s a thin chain wrapped around my waist about what that means, too.
Not just naked, costume for once. That’s why I have the inevitability to decorate it.
It’s a fun erotic costume match for my eyes, but it was unexpected freshness that made me look eclectic and brilliant in this way.
“Aurora’s pretty sensible, too.”
“Hehe. If you like it, why don’t you give it a stroke?
“So is that.”
Caress your little breasts over a thin cloth and touch your unhidden buttocks.
“Huh.”
“A colourful voice.”
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“Of course, right now I’m a dancer expecting to be held.”
Aurora leans her neck at a fragrant angle over the veil and makes her smile. She’s a daughter who grows up over her age all the time, no, she’s a glossy trick.
“What would fit if I said dance?”
“… maybe it’s like an array of our colonies”
Tetes, who barks with various accessories to match her little nudity, and Hilda, who is distressed to try on ear decorations (they don’t come tight because they don’t sag angularly down), when Luna mouths about the identity of the dance in this garment, probably the only one who seems to know the authenticity, makes her dance twirly.
“This is it, this is it. It’s not a very fine move when it comes to dancing, but it’s a move that invites a guy because he’s both touchy and edgy. It’s okay because it’s ad hoc, so that you can continue even if you’re hugged. My knoll says he’s going to make a boy indulgent with one hip move.”
Maia overlays her thin cloth costume with the kind of outfit she showed in the contract ritual, while simulating that Hilda’s nagging waist movement with a true face. The giddy is a little cute.
“I don’t know…”
“… you’re good, chief knight”
“Hehe, because I didn’t just hate dancing during court rituals”
Almeida only praised him, and Sharon faithfully traced Mr. Hilda’s butt movements, adding his own “melancholy” on top to make him dance really nasty.
Needless to say, the huge tits rocked in plenty of piercing, and the shy but joyfully shining eyes seemed to beg to see more in my gaze.
“Look, let’s try Naris, too”
“Oh, no, I’m me for that”
“We’re all dancing together, so let’s get to it.”
“Uh-huh.”
Tetes turning her hands behind her head and even sending me a wink and Naris urging me to twist it and gently hide her breasts and groins.
“Is this the kind of music you want?”
Lyla takes out the horizontal whistle and somehow starts blowing songs that look like it.
This is quite an atmospheric tone, and even Angelos and Aurora, Mr. Deane and Naia, let me shake myself up to each of them in the bump production.
A fantastic dance of beauties no less.
groin in the buttocks that cannot be concealed by cloth, and the breasts move with the sound of whistles.
There, Safr swooped up as he shook his head… and lost his mind again. It’s a sea of blood beneath my face.
…………
Anyway, if you’re just naked, you’re surrounded by women who twist and dance to appeal. It’s a nasty sight, like blood on me right now.
Not just Safr, but I wouldn’t be surprised if I was still bleeding my nose about two years ago. Eros appealing to such instincts.
Apologizing only in my heart to the boy who was sacrificed, I hold Naia and Mr. Deane nearby all together.
“Mmm…”
“Ah, uh…”
Needless to say, Naia’s resistance was low because she was prioritizing the action of trying to dance, and I grabbed two nasty eagles at their breasts and rubbed my own swelling against each of them as they shook their hips.
(cont ‘d)