The Vision that is Suzanne

The Vision that is ... Suzanne

Tresses as black as a moon less night cascade in tumbling waves along the curves of her svelte form. They sway and lick at the back of her knees when she stands, as the gentle winds kiss the ground upon which she walks. Eyes the deep emerald green of the very gems they are mistaken for mingle with platinum to hue the mesmerizing gaze of her lucid orbs. They peer out from under a veil of lush lashes, lowered ever so slightly with respect. She is the very quintessence of all to desired.

Suzanne in the Private Garden outside Tower Arcanus in Crossdale Kneeling obediently when commanded by the Master's feet, the supple cheeks of her buttocks, resting upon her crossed ankles, she waits silently for his commands. The milky white hue of her tender flesh, glimmers from the aromatic oils rubbed into the skin, bare for all to see, it reflects the subtle illumination of the tharlarion oil lamps burning in the room Her soft breasts heave gently as she breaths. Tiny hard nipples brush teasingly against the silken tresses that caress her in a loving embrace, their dusky hue peeking, teasingly out. Her legs, spread just far enough that her Master can see the glistening moisture that shimmers waiting, and is rivaled in it's intoxicating arousal of desires, only by the luscious moist lips of her sweet mouth, which begs to be tasted.

At times called the "little dancer", glistening droplets of sweat, shimmer upon her alabaster flesh, as she dances with enchanting grace for the pleasure of those that would watch. Each fluid, grace filled gesture, more intoxicating than the last. The vision of her, as entrancing as the ritual beat of kaska drums, echoing in the night as if pounding out the ominous rhythm of her heart.
Obedient as she is elegant, in her own alluring way, even when playing in the gardens and bathing in the waterfalls, she creates a true vision of beauty for the eyes to behold. Normally found spending her free time in the dancing sands, or walking the shores of the lake. The sweet smell of talender blooms mingle in the dark storm cloud of her hair, as it sweeps in a flowing stream behind her carefully placed bare feet. Dancing in the yellow silks

Recently captured by Krosius, Captain of the ship, RamUbar, his very hand placed the brand of the "Kef", a perfect K, upon the tender flesh of her left thigh. Both the delicate lobes of her ears were also pierced by Master Krosius's hands, and now are adorned with golden hoops. By his will he placed her in yellow silks and she was a dancer in his establishment, The Tentium Paga Den.
Tyros the majestic island that bares the city of Tentium, has since fallen to Civil War. Though many perils have befallen the kajira, she was brought back from the Sactum by a man named Sorkol, to the secure arms of her Master, Krosius.

"To be pleasing to his eyes, the breath of my life, and the drink that quenches my thirst." "I am his." Krosius's Suzanne

"The Property of Krosius"

A Tarnsman of Ko-ro-ba, of the Black Caste: (anonymously left on guest book):
"Across the world of Gor, word has spread of the kajira they call Suzanne, and I came to see for myself if the tales were true. If there could really be one so entrancing and spellbinding as was being heralded. I found, as I watched her dance, they were indeed right, perhaps one had finally come to rise above all. "The Prize of the Sea" does her no justice. For surely from what I saw, after years and years of surviving on this world, she is more rightly named, "The Prize of Gor", the purest embodiment of what any man could want, need or desire. I would say, the Priest Kings favor the man who owns her, for surely there is one of that race of gods, in the scanning room within the Sardar mountains, staring into an observation cube, that is constantly trained on her every move. You have the attention of the world little kajira."

Master Rencius, Owner of the Gor Port Kar Tavern :
"A dance that reaches the soul is what you experience when Suzanne dances. The music starts and she flows, washing over you like dusk to night. Her long dark hair mesmerizes as it covers then reveals the perfect form in sensual motion. She walks and men notice. She dances and a man's blood boils."

Master Kadliuk Dathyl Arius, En'Sword to House Golden Larl:
"When first I saw the girl Suzanne, a Warrior close by asked for a few words on my opinion of the kajira ... I chuckled lightly and replied, 'When one watches a girl such as her, words are meaningless ... thoughts are fleeting ... she stirs a part of a man that woke long before words were used to describe beauty, pleasure, and need ... words are meaningless ... she is here to draw one's attention, stir those needs that so many "Men" nowadays try to hide, and to satisfy them fully ... wordlessly ... she is kajira.'"

Master Turon Da'Kur, a wandering warrior:
"A girl of beauty, a woman of mystery. Walks with a step as light as a whisper, dances with the grace of a gazelle. Turns the blood of any male to liquid fire with just a furtive glance. Leaves a lasting impression to any life she touches."

If you have met Suzanne and would like to have your comments written here in her profile, please return to the main page and e-mail her. She would be greatly pleased to include your words here or in The Chronicle of Souls.

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