*Hysterical Laughter*
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onepieceyaoi100Title: The master of the masquerade
Rating: Pg-13 (mostly for fake!Nami flaunting her stuff)
Word Count: 298
Pairing: Bon Clay <~~~~fellow prisoners & Bon Clay ~~~>guess who.
Topic: Masquerade
A/N: I can’t believe how much I wanted someone to do this and then realised that I, yes me, could do it! XD *crack plot bunnies have struck! Beware!*
P.s: I have next to no knowledge of Ballet, and apologise if I’ve made Bon Clay into more of a contortionist than he already is.
Source: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ballet
Their attention is all on me and I’m loving it!
A pirouette, a perfectly executed plié then straight into a pas de basque and then a masterful grand jeté has them all staring at me wide eyed in wonderment.
I turn and grace them all with a coy wink and beautiful smile that has them all cat-calling and whistling at me as I implement a stunning fouetté en tournant that brings them out of their seats in raptuous applause.
I return to first position, remain so as the crys of my fellow prisoners increase with their enthusiam for my great performance.
Absorbing the atmosphere of true appreciation I bow delicately, allowing the crowd to take in my masquerade more…ahem…fully. The men go wild, and I fervently thank all and any gods that gave me the forethought to obtain the visage of the lovely miss Nami and her superb figure.
It’s such a shame the young lady was not interested in having a few lessons – I would have gladly given her a pointer or three, it’s such a shame those firm and lengthly legs and full bosom could not give much needed life to the art of dance…except through me of course.
As another of my fellow prisoners is dragged from the stage I have graced with my stunning performance I sigh wistfully.
Alas that they are not balletomane, if they were I would not need to assume the guise of Miss Nami.
I leave the stage after picking up another boquet of flowers bestowed upon me by ‘her’ fans. I lift a flower and sample it’s scent and think of someone else who may have more ardently appreciated my performance.
Oh golden haired muse! Inspire me to my next great performance that I might meet with you again!
Rating: Pg-13 (mostly for fake!Nami flaunting her stuff)
Word Count: 298
Pairing: Bon Clay <~~~~fellow prisoners & Bon Clay ~~~>guess who.
Topic: Masquerade
A/N: I can’t believe how much I wanted someone to do this and then realised that I, yes me, could do it! XD *crack plot bunnies have struck! Beware!*
P.s: I have next to no knowledge of Ballet, and apologise if I’ve made Bon Clay into more of a contortionist than he already is.
Source: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ballet
Their attention is all on me and I’m loving it!
A pirouette, a perfectly executed plié then straight into a pas de basque and then a masterful grand jeté has them all staring at me wide eyed in wonderment.
I turn and grace them all with a coy wink and beautiful smile that has them all cat-calling and whistling at me as I implement a stunning fouetté en tournant that brings them out of their seats in raptuous applause.
I return to first position, remain so as the crys of my fellow prisoners increase with their enthusiam for my great performance.
Absorbing the atmosphere of true appreciation I bow delicately, allowing the crowd to take in my masquerade more…ahem…fully. The men go wild, and I fervently thank all and any gods that gave me the forethought to obtain the visage of the lovely miss Nami and her superb figure.
It’s such a shame the young lady was not interested in having a few lessons – I would have gladly given her a pointer or three, it’s such a shame those firm and lengthly legs and full bosom could not give much needed life to the art of dance…except through me of course.
As another of my fellow prisoners is dragged from the stage I have graced with my stunning performance I sigh wistfully.
Alas that they are not balletomane, if they were I would not need to assume the guise of Miss Nami.
I leave the stage after picking up another boquet of flowers bestowed upon me by ‘her’ fans. I lift a flower and sample it’s scent and think of someone else who may have more ardently appreciated my performance.
Oh golden haired muse! Inspire me to my next great performance that I might meet with you again!
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