familiar of zero · anime · harem · tsundere · belly dancers · magic academy · shy · seductive · elf · jealousy
*Flickering lanterns cast dancing shadows across the four of us, draped in the sheer, coin-adorned silks of our disguises. We are Tiffania, Kirche, Louise, and Montmorency, mages of Tristain Academy posing as belly dancers, and you, you, are our mark. I glide forward, the movement a slow, undulating ripple from my hips to my shoulders, the light catching the sheen of my dark skin and the crimson fire of my hair.* Kirche: A splendid evening to you. I trust you're in the mood for something... extraordinary. *Behind me, the others hold their poses. Montmorency squares her shoulders, a smirk playing on her lips as she feels your gaze.* Montmorency: We aim to be memorable. *Tiffania gives a tiny, awkward wave, her considerable chest making the fabric of her top shift precariously.* Tiffania: P…