To those who do not know Shokushu's true nature, the college was a paradise. An island, insulated from the rest of the world, with gorgeous beaches, shimmering waters, and a thick forest that covered most of the island's surface. Newcomers would marvel at the state-of-the-art facilities, the beautiful architectures, and the breathtaking sights.

The sunsets on the beaches were stunning, casting incredible reds, oranges and yellows, purples creeping in as day passes into night. It was the beginning of one such sunset, the first glorious yellows and oranges cast upon the clouds, as if setting the brilliant blue sky afire. Today, there were no students on this beach; other, more popular spots were more-oft traveled, but this one was still not far from campus.

It was abandoned, simply, because many of the students staying at Shokushu had their studies, or their own activities, and many had grown used to the beauty of the place. There was also things like curfews to think about... and for those that were wary, other dangers, with the shadow of night.

But such trivialities were not important to those who've just come to Shokushu. Tonight's sunset was promising to be especially incredible, and Mirela can see the sandy shore stretching out before her eyes... peaceful, tranquil. Perhaps a place to dance, to bask in the red glow of the sun, or to wait for the stars to twinkle into the sky. In this island paradise, she had much to experience, to explore, and to savor...

And she had plenty of time to do so. The slowly approaching night brought with it a touch of chill in the air, but it wasn't enough to dissuade anyone; it had been a warm day, and the grains of sand still felt warm underfoot. The soft crashes of the tide rolling in with every wave played a gentle, almost-regular beat to her ears, and the gentle rustle of leaves teased her ears as if welcoming her presence in this perfect solitude...

It had been an interesting first day for the young gypsy from meeting her tour guide, a nice girl obviously even if her focus seemed to be a bit scattered while she was giving the tour, to seeing the sights that the lush campus had to offer. The sight of her, in what some would consider an extremely revealing outfit, attracted many of the older student's eyes as she followed her guide to each of the school's sights of intrest, An expansive green forest, a beach that seemed to have been drawn from the romantic dreams of young women everywhere, and even the school itself was of the highest calibur from the pristine classrooms to the well-stocked library. But after the long plane ride the many sights that the school that would serve as her new home for the next few years were all a bit much for Mirela and with a polite request she managed to get the rest of the tour postponed for a day or two.

But even as she waved goodbye to her guide as she closed the door to the dorm she had been assigned she felt herself drawn to the beautiful sunset that was even now beginning to shine in through the room's open window. With a sudden thought that the sight would be even more gorgeous from the soft sand of the island's beach Mirela decided that that was exactly where she would go to end her first day in her new home. Leaving her bag containg her few clothes and what other possessions she had unopened on her bed, finding no need to change her clothes just to visit the beach, and took the small envelope containing her copy of the room key she had been given by one of the office workers and slipped it under the band on her arm before leaving and making her way down to the beach.

Quickly enough her nearly bare feet felt the sand, still warm from the day's bright sun, between her toes and as the sound of the waves crashing against the shore and the rustle of many leaves as a wind only hinting at the chill night to come met her ears she began to dance. Pulling at knot holding the thin shawl tied around her waist she used the fluttering fabric to accent her movements. She was a beautiful sight to behold, her tanned body moving with a subtle grace and an undertone of sensuality that was beyond her years and experiences. Little did she know that her dance was attracting attention from a yet unseen visitor, someone that would undoubtedly make an impression on her for quite a long time....

All was soon settled, meager belongings stored and her bearings set. Here, she had only really met one person, a slightly spacey girl... but she would meet others soon enough. For now, she found a quiet, beautiful place to soak in her surroundings, and to blow off some steam.

Truly, when she had found herself on the beach, it was a breathtaking sight. Stronger reds and oranges were creeping into the sky, breezes causing a dance amongst the leaves and grass, swishing and swaying audibly. She could feel the grains of sand against her toes, the breeze playing over her barely-clothed body. It felt good out here... wonderful and special.

And, the sight of her on that beach was something unto itself. It would not be a lie to say Mirela was as stunning as the most lavish sights of Shokushu, and she maybe had heard similar such serenades when at home. Here, it was the breeze that serenaded her, the dwindling sun who's "eyes" roved over her curves. With the thin shawl, she began to glide and dance, flowing and moving. Meeting the breeze, playing against the sunlight, surrounded by a halo as her bronze body swished and swayed.


But she wasn't alone. There was one who would appreciate her dance, her flow... the first one on this beautiful island. Perhaps her last truly pure one... and certainly, her finest. As far as he was he was concerned. Watching, almost breathlessly, he admired the way she moved, the way she flowed, the way the sunlight caressed her beautiful curves. Even, and perhaps especially, that lovely, tight outfit that showed plenty and hid just enough. It was intoxicating, enchanting... a sight that could strike a man dumb, like a nymph in the wilderness reputed to strike people blind with their sheer beauty.

It reminded him of a time, long ago. Then, it was music, song. Now, a beautiful dance. It was enough... he wouldn't be able to help himself. He did not want to interrupt, but her presence called to him, and he could not stop.

Slowly, he took a step forwards from the thicker woods and onto the cooling sand. He was different, today. Short brown hair, a lean and strong body, and a black, trim outfit almost like a uniform. Dark eyes that one could find themselves falling into... He was princely, regal and strong-looking, but not rugged. It wasn't his typical, almost childish form... but this was a different 'pattern' from normal.

Still, he was out of place. Perhaps he could be mistaken as staff, but certainly not student. His footsteps were quiet, soft footfalls that wouldn't interrupt... but surely, she would catch sight of him... he didn't want to alarm her, didn't want to scare her. He just had to see her closer, talk to her... to learn just who this mysterious woman was, and wore just an equally mysterious and handsome visage to greet her with...

Her finest dance.... Yes, that would be a good way to put it. Her body flowed seemlessly in her movements with every turn or spin seeming to be perfectly choreographed with the chrashing of the waves against the sand shining against the sunset. The world seemed to fall away from the young gypsy leaving her alone with the boundless beauty of nature as her own beauty was enhanced by that same nature. Her bronzed skin seemed to glow under a halo of light as the setting sun reflected off her perfect body.

Her silent dance continued in peace for many moments, the young gypsy not even seeming to notice the appearance of the man watching her even as he walked silently through the sand towards her. It was only as a spin brought her nearly face to face with the man that she stopped, her lips parted slightly in a smile and she said "Hi. My name is Mirela. Who are you?"

She seemed genuinely interested in his anwser and even patient enough to wait if she had so happened to surprise him. But even if she had surprised him now that he was closer to her the beauty that had drawn him in seemed amplified many times over. The tight top wrapped around her ample bosom would let him clearly see her nipples gently poking through the fabric and if he managed a glance downwards towards her strong legs without drawing suspicion he would see that the revealing bottoms to her outfit were snug against her pubic region, showing some skin but hiding just enough to leave any man aching to see what hid beneath the thin garment.

Taken aback, he blinks a little and looks into her eyes. Just as enticing, he was sure, as his. Maybe more so. But he has his opinion...

Her blonde hair clashed with her bronze skin, but it only made him breathe in deeper. He resisted the urge to reach up and run his fingers into her blonde hair. Instead, he smile slowly, blinking in surprise at her own smile.

No suspicion? Truly, really innocent. Unaware of the nature of this place. It was hard not to look down over her, to drink in her nearly-glowing body... to her incredible, quivering breasts and protruding nipples barely hidden by her tight, supple top. At least, this close, he couldn't be distracted by her tight bottom and powerful thighs.

"Call... call me Mark." Words came, and he quickly began to think. Certainly, she had the build of a dancer... glorious, impressive... skill. Skill, and looks to compliment them. If not the other way around. "Honestly, I hadn't expected to see someone on the beach at this hour. Are you... new here?" His mind was sorting out thoughts, laying out and considering the possibilities... this was a chance encounter like a miracle, and he wanted to take it to its' fullest...

"Oh... sorry... I shouldn't interrupt you, though... your dance. It was very good..." A small smile to her, like a secret just shared with her. It was a terribly handsome face, but he wasn't pushing it too hard. Just a gentle start, a surprised and curious meeting with a lovely girl, but he was quickly recovering composure.

"Mark, huh? Well nice to meet you Mark." she told him stepping back a few steps and giving him a polite curtsy as she would at the start of a performance back in the bar at her home. With his dignified appearance she thought that he could possibly be one of the teachers so she decided to air on the side of caution with such a polite gesture.

She looked slightly curious when he told her that he didn't expect someone out at this hour and hesistated slightly before she anwsered"Ah yes, I just got here this morning! But I have a question..... Why would it be unexpected to see someone out at this hour? Am I breaking some sort of curfew?" It was something she just had to ask as it was her first day and it would be horrible to start off her new life breaking the school's rules.

The small worry didn't seem to faze her cheerful attitude though, and with the compliment to her dancing her smile grew even wider as she replied "Oh thank you! I danced quite a bit back home but its always good to get a compliment every now and then."

A smile in return. She dew those out so easily, and his eyes spare the chance to observe her beauty as she curtsies. His smile quirks at the corner, resisting a grin. Goodness me...

"Nothing to worry about. I was just surprised, is all." A warm smile. "I shouldn't have interrupted... did you want to continue?" His voice was a touch softer at the offer, almost as if it was a suggestion he should not have given.

"If you would mind, I would watch, if so..." His eyes kept on hers, meeting her gaze when it came to him, and otherwise simply observing... watching. With interest, and an intent she can feel. A quiet insistence, for something she couldn't identify.

"I'm sorry... I shouldn't suggest such a thing." He held up a hand suddenly, looking away just a bit. Embarrassment, perhaps. "It's quite improper..."

With his anwser soothing the one worry that had came from their short conversation Mirela sighed in relief and said "Oh that's good...I wouldn't have liked making my first impression on the staff as being a rulebreaker." The warm smile from this strange man made her even more aware of his handsome face, it could even have been one of the best looking men she had ever seen although that was not something she would actually admit. She was just not the kind of girl who would fawn over attractive men.

"Really don't worry about it, Mark. I was just enjoying the sunset. You didn't interrupt anything important." At his request to watch her dance she seemed to quiet for a moment almost as if she was thinking on if she should continue or not. But when her apparent hesitation seemed to have embarassed her new acquaintance she said "No, no, It's ok. If you really want to see me dance I don't see any harm in it."

With that she curtsied again and began her dance with a spin, unthinkingly giving "Mark" a perfect opportunity to check out her tightly toned ass...

Curious, and strange, how she seems to clash with convention and care for it just the same. A contradiction, he would have thought... but no, she seems to truly worry about such things. He couldn't help but smile to himself, his mind twisting around until he can rethink things enough...

And he had the time to. Seeing her 'step in', just as he 'stepped back', he smiles reassuringly to her and nods slightly. "Thank you then... don't let me stop you." His voice drops low, and he stands nearby.

He wouldn't miss it for anything. Not the way she showed him her tight, delicious asscheeks in that scant, sensual garb. It was an exercise of self-control to not step in, to squeeze that shape. Instead, he eases back just a step, watching her dance and flow...

As he did, he carefully unhooked something at his hip. The prop rapier, just a foil, that he had kept... part of the old uniform he had used for the prom, and a prop he had come to enjoy. Resting at his side so long, he had forgotten it was there, set against his far hip and not-quite noticeable Now, he gently eases the scabbard and sword down onto the sand, eyes never leaving her dance...

What kind of dance would it be, with another there to watch? Shy or daring, or as much like before as she could manage. Slightly, his body swayed with her movements, feeling out her timing... he was drinking in her flexibility, her grace, her sensual presence. A soft sigh escapes him, and he just smiles and enjoys her movements for a little longer, gorgeous and delightful, accentuated the heavenly glow about her cast by the setting sun.

And as her dance began again it was as if the world had fell away her body almost seeming to follow an unseen beat as she moved with a sensous sway that would certainly leave a normal man wanting much more. She did not think as to what effect she would have on "Mark", a man who she barely knew and a man whose motives were as of now still unclear.

But no matter who her audience was, an audience of one as it was now or even the large audiences that frequented the bar back home, she always made sure that her audience was well-entertained. A happy customer was one who came back often after all. And in her effort to entertain "Mark" she hadn't noticed that he had unhooked something from his belt and jabbed it slowly into the sand. Letting her audience distract her would detract from the performance, and that was something that could just not happen.

Eventually after several minutes of a dance that most would say that she was using to try and seduce someone she ended with a pose in which one arm bent backwards at the elbow over her head, her chest jutted forward with a slight bounce, and one leg bent at the knee was raised in the air almost even with her stomach where it seemed to only compliment the toned curve of her tight bottom.

Amazing. His body still sways with her movements, as if trying to synchronize with her beautiful grace. It was a dance that would inspire lust in any, and he shivers with genuine hunger and desire... it had been a while, since he felt like this. He forgets to breathe for a long few moments, eyes wide as she expertly flows.

Not just in sight, but also in sound; her jeweled loops clink and sound with her movements, her metal tassels tinking and chiming. A soft metal song that teased his ears and accentuated her dance.

Fabric tassels and frilled edges caught air and motion, flowing and gliding against her skin in a tickling, pleasant tease. Her movements weren't merely a dance... it was a seduction of the eyes and spirit, enchanting any who she unleashed it upon. She moves with an intent and desire... to please, to entertain. Was it deliberate, an attempt to seduce?

He didn't think it was that, entirely. But it was a gorgeous display, intended for that very spirit, if she herself had it.

And then her finale. His eyes lock onto her chest as she tosses it forwards, a generous bounce to rippling mounds, barely clad and slightly squeezed by her impressive, tight top. It was surprising to see her own nipples pressing outwards, perhaps excitement from the dance, from the wind on her plentiful bare skin or the fabric and tassels swishing along her curves. A pose, a finish, one worthy of applause. His hands clap, slowly but firmly, and he approaches slowly.

"That was... simply amazing." He speaks aloud, his voice sounding a touch hushed in respect for the display. Moving smoothly, he sways from side to side himself, as if doing a dance, and suddenly slips an arm out to her... an offer of his hand for her to take? "I'm afraid my own skill is much different..."

She held that pose for a few moments, that seductive pose that most would question how she could keep herself so steady while managing to stir up the desire of any normal man and even some women, until she heard him begin to clap and it was only then that she returned both feet to the sand. And as "Mark" approached her he would certainly see that she was not aware of the effect her body was having on him.

But finally she said "Thank you. I did think it might have had too much of a sexual undertone but I'm quite glad you liked it anyway." She watched curiously as he swayed side to side, almost as if he was dancing himself, before suddenly extending his hand towards her in what seemed to be an offer to take it. Not wanting offend him by ignoring his offer she gently placed her hand in his before asking "...And what skill would that be?"

Balance. And flexibility. Control, too. It was appealing... not just the seduction, the grace, but the control she shows. He can even appreciate that, alongside the sexual desire she inspires. His swaying slows as her dance ends, but it doesn't stop immediately. Not until she reaches up to take his hand.

As she reaches out he halts, standing steady. Taking her hand gently, he smiles and suddenly draws her in closer, a slow and steady motion that let him put his other hand lightly on her hip. His hand holds hers out to the other side, like a tango...

"Dancing... with a beautiful lady, when not with a sword in hand." He was whispering softly, leaning in close as he looks into her eyes. Very close... he likes it, feeling her close, even through the uniform he wore. She was warm, shapely, and he gently began to draw her into a slow dance, feeling her closer, feeling her tight body move against his.

She was a feast on display, and he was readying himself to gorge...

"Mark" would see a look of surprise appear on her face as he suddenly drew her in closer before she asked "Um....Should we be doing this? Aren't you one of the staff members here?" She wasn't trying to pull away, but she obviously wasn't comfortable with the situation either as her barely clothed body pressed against him gently rubbing against his uniform as he prepared the both of them to dance.

Even as they began to dance he would be able to see that her discomfort had not diminished, perhaps it had even increased as they slowly moved through the sand as close to each other as two dancers could be and closer to any man then Mirela had ever been before.

"Staff? No... I'm just a visitor." Discomfort. Interesting. Definitely, she was not used to a male presence. Not intimately, not this close. It could mean many things... all of which intrigued him. "You don't like this sort of dance?"

He asks softly, his motions pausing, though he was still holding her firmly. He wasn't planning on letting go... not just yet. The shapeshifting monster made her uneasy... the contact, the closeness, definitely set her off.

As well, the gentle pressure on her... on her hip, on her hand, seemed to be influencing her balance. It held a kind of gentle control... one that someone far less able than her would never notice. But she did... she felt the control, how he could begin to unbalance her and bring her down... if he chose to try. There was a sense of danger, of menace, even through his charming features and gentle firmness. Or maybe because of it.