Port Haifa Contest - May 10, 2014
Fine dancers and some of the top judges in Gor gathered at the Port Haifa Gorean Academy to see who would take home the prizes offered by the event's sponsor- On a Lark.
Nym sees her Master nod toward her and then hears, "What is a slave girl?". "A girl who is owned," she quickly responded as she bends low shimmying her hips. Feels the desire of the body grow quickly as arms rise as if to praise Him. Searing heat develops in her belly as silks cling and reveal her form. Mind remembers the moment she knew she was bought as His to possess and have to His desire and wish. Softly bends down as if to flip hair gently in the wind. Turns so elegantly as body is on fire for her Master. He again asks, "Why do you wear a brand?".
2 Wild
αℓєχα: moves back to the center, her left hand dropping to her side as the right swings loosely as though it were a whip striking her form, the leather strands catching her tight belly and encircling it, pulling it tight as she dances with it constricted until turned loose from her dance. She throws her blond hair forward, the strands cascading down her face and trickling over her arms, her body trembling as she cries to the audience, hips tossing this way and that in their own dance! Standing on the balls of her tiny feet, she moves around a small circle with yellow flowers cascading about the pillars.
Tissia casts arms wide as if in effort to embrace the totality of the outdoors. She glides through the expanse leaving a trail of vocal glee, seeming unable to subdue the ecstasy of belonging to a world of such flawless natural artistry. Trim leg thrusts into the earth, impelling slight form as if attempting to become part of the wafting breeze. With ethereal grace, supple body executes a sinuous weave, sending gossamer silks to softly flutter and kiss at the dina upon willowy thigh.
Tivi: "Master... You know it has to be this way..." Dejected gaze casts onto Him again. If not for being able to see the chain, one may believe the slave was completely free in the way she moves. Optical illusions of the grandest kind... this is the sort of ease that comes with simply being used to your burden. "I cannot continue to burden You... You deserve so much more..." Her voice breaks with sobs. It is not her place to tell Him whom He should Own... but she had begged Him, not hours before... begged for this. Her eyes glaze over as she remembers the shock and horror on His face. Almost as if to reassure Him again, she whispers, "I am sure..."
Jason turns to his Master for wise words of advise as if trying to seek assurance that all will work out for the best, yet examining every fiber of his being straight to the core of his soul. Bound by fear, insecure at every turn wanting to please yet questioning everything. Females taunting, the fear of what's running through the mind binding him helpless, his desires burning out of control, to the reactions of the body battling between heart and rationalization of who he's known to be.
Tech: Fraps, Graphics set to mid with avis set to 56 - estate time lighting.
Taken on a custom built Windows 7 64 bit machine. Intel i5 CPU, AMD Radeon HD 6800 Series with 1 GB DRAM, 16 GB RAM, 1 TB mirrored RAID drive + 250 GB SSD. Windows Experience Index 7.4 for CPU, 7.7 for Memory, 78 for Gaming Graphics, 5.9 for my slow and bursting hard drive (with USB 3.0 drives for backup).
The dance pavilion at Port Haifa
Master Nevar of Port Haifa announced each dancer as they took the sands
"Tal and welcome to Port Haifa. I am Nevar Lobo, Interim Head Scribe here in Port Haifa and Administrator for the School of Gorean Dance. It is my pleasure to be your Host today and again would like to welcome you to our great Port! Today the girls will be judged on pleasure, flow, emoting, music, visualization and did they stay true to the spirit of Gor. They have been asked to perform a dance they have previously performed but they were asked to take the feedback the
received from the judges at that time and improve on the original dance."
Dancers
1 Nym
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Nym sees her Master nod toward her and then hears, "What is a slave girl?". "A girl who is owned," she quickly responded as she bends low shimmying her hips. Feels the desire of the body grow quickly as arms rise as if to praise Him. Searing heat develops in her belly as silks cling and reveal her form. Mind remembers the moment she knew she was bought as His to possess and have to His desire and wish. Softly bends down as if to flip hair gently in the wind. Turns so elegantly as body is on fire for her Master. He again asks, "Why do you wear a brand?".
2 Wild
Gasping and grimacing when his arms rise with sword in hand, her nostrils flare...she prepares to die. Clamping her lids tightly closed when the bright light of Lar-Torvis reflects off the steel, inhaling her last breath deeply, her arms suddenly drop...she is free. Eyes fly open as the air releases from her lungs, her body scrambling swiftly as if a tabuk attempting to run from a predator. Jerking to a halt as he grabs the tangled mess of hair on her head, she hears his laughter ringing in her ears, joined by a swooshing noise as his sword is sheathed.
3 Rosa - 3rd place
She seems to savour the sweetness of warm rain on her body as she raises her head to the lightning dancing in the sky. The mamba, gently growling like thunder, moves on the ground as though turned by the wind. Her stomach muscles roll in a dance of irresistible eroticism, her arms towards the sky as if to protect herself, while her dripping breasts glisten in the lightening, The storm reflects the tumultuous desires that fill the belly of the slave.
4 Kellan - 2nd place
Kellan's alluring face gazes down with mossy eyes as breath catches, trying to gather courage as hands raise up roaming in a tantalizing tease down snowy locks, over enchanting chest down to ravishing hips coated in flimsy crimson fabric - wishing to entice animalistic behavior in the men.
5 Alexa
5 Alexa
αℓєχα: moves back to the center, her left hand dropping to her side as the right swings loosely as though it were a whip striking her form, the leather strands catching her tight belly and encircling it, pulling it tight as she dances with it constricted until turned loose from her dance. She throws her blond hair forward, the strands cascading down her face and trickling over her arms, her body trembling as she cries to the audience, hips tossing this way and that in their own dance! Standing on the balls of her tiny feet, she moves around a small circle with yellow flowers cascading about the pillars.
6 Tissia - 1st place
Tissia casts arms wide as if in effort to embrace the totality of the outdoors. She glides through the expanse leaving a trail of vocal glee, seeming unable to subdue the ecstasy of belonging to a world of such flawless natural artistry. Trim leg thrusts into the earth, impelling slight form as if attempting to become part of the wafting breeze. With ethereal grace, supple body executes a sinuous weave, sending gossamer silks to softly flutter and kiss at the dina upon willowy thigh.
7 Tivi
Tivi: "Master... You know it has to be this way..." Dejected gaze casts onto Him again. If not for being able to see the chain, one may believe the slave was completely free in the way she moves. Optical illusions of the grandest kind... this is the sort of ease that comes with simply being used to your burden. "I cannot continue to burden You... You deserve so much more..." Her voice breaks with sobs. It is not her place to tell Him whom He should Own... but she had begged Him, not hours before... begged for this. Her eyes glaze over as she remembers the shock and horror on His face. Almost as if to reassure Him again, she whispers, "I am sure..."
Exhibition Dance - Jason
This was the first time Jason has entered a dance event.
Jason turns to his Master for wise words of advise as if trying to seek assurance that all will work out for the best, yet examining every fiber of his being straight to the core of his soul. Bound by fear, insecure at every turn wanting to please yet questioning everything. Females taunting, the fear of what's running through the mind binding him helpless, his desires burning out of control, to the reactions of the body battling between heart and rationalization of who he's known to be.
About the Event
Judges
- Judge: Kysersozee Mynx, City of Vigo
- Judge: Gorm Runo, City of Ko-ro-ba
- Judge: Mark Young, City of Olni
Venue: Port Haifa
- DJ: Mexli of Gorean Whip
- MC: Nevar
- Staff: Maia
- Staff: Lady Ame
- Staff: Pudding (who kept the sim in fine working order)
- Sponsor: Discovering Destiny owner of On A Lark
Peak attendance: 80
Orb count: 0
Average Time from beginning of one dance to the next 17 minutes
Prizes:
- 5,500 Linden in Cash Prizes
- 1st, 2nd & 3rd place girls also received a 1000L giftcard from On A Lark
- Trophies were also awarded to the placing dancers
Sketches by Koardan of Port Haifa
I took 537 pictures of the event. These are my favorite.Tech: Fraps, Graphics set to mid with avis set to 56 - estate time lighting.
Taken on a custom built Windows 7 64 bit machine. Intel i5 CPU, AMD Radeon HD 6800 Series with 1 GB DRAM, 16 GB RAM, 1 TB mirrored RAID drive + 250 GB SSD. Windows Experience Index 7.4 for CPU, 7.7 for Memory, 78 for Gaming Graphics, 5.9 for my slow and bursting hard drive (with USB 3.0 drives for backup).