So is everyone, their first time. That is why he made sure she was not too far up, was falling in such a way that she wouldn't hit her head, and that the first-aid kit was still under the corner of the stage where it was supposed to be.

Also, having pretty women hurt themselves to impress you is hot.

The stage is padded; she might have a bruise where she landed, depending on just how tough she is, but otherwise it is not terribly difficult to remain unscathed through this exercise.

"Goodly done!" he tells her. "Some people are afraid of falling, but you didn't look afraid at all. How do you feel? Did you fall okay?"

She takes a deep breath and smiles, getting to her feet with a little help from her tail.

"I feel fine. I fell out of a tree once, on one of Weiss's monster-hunting adventures, that was bad, but this is nothing. Still, safe is good!"

Armeŋ nods.

"I know you say you are tougher, but it is good to be safe. When you get hurt, it is more fun if it is on purpose. Okay! You should try falling some more times, until you can do the curling and slapping without thinking. Then you can climb higher, and I show you some moves!"

Megi happily practices for a little while, climbing up on the ribbons and even moving around a bit while clinging high up, swinging slightly, to start to get used to how it feels, before dropping repeatedly. She doesn't quite forget about the music and her building arousal and how probably several people, including Armeng - Armeŋ - are watching, but her focus is definitely on how she's moving and making sure she does the correct fall motion.

Several people start making clicking noises for her and shaking their hands once it's clear she's got the hang of it.

"I think you look good," Armeŋ cheerfully informs her. "Would you like to see how to do a sit? It is the basic trick to catch yourself on the silks so that you don't fall and can stop holding you for a little."

"Ehe, yes! I'm enjoying the exercise, so let's keep going. This reminds me of some rituals. Some of them are more like a dance, but usually on the ground! What is the clicking and shaking hands for?"

Armeŋ blinks.

"It is ... acknowledging you? Saying 'good for you! You did a thing!', but without being loud or needing to make words," he explains.

"So for this part, I will hold you up so you can try wrapping without worrying about falling over."

He steps up under her and puts his hands on her butt, taking her weight a little so that she does, indeed, not need to keep clinging to the silks to avoid falling.

Normally, when he does this part, it involves less being hit in the face with a fluffy tail. But he can work with that.

He explains the basic wrap you want to make, with the layers going in different directions to hold against gravity, and then tells her to try it while he holds her and once she's got it he'll let her go again and she can see if she has it right.

Her skin is smooth and clear, not a sign of blemish, and somewhat soft and plush. Though there's still clearly muscle underneath. 

"Ahhh, no, we do something else."

She makes sure to hold her tail close to her back as soon as she realizes it's in the way. Focusing on the ribbons means she ignores the urge to make a flirty quip about the contact.

Let's see... Wrap around this way and then reach over here and- Whoops, she would've lost her balance there...

"Hmm... I think I have it? But I might have messed up."

"There is a way to know!" Armeŋ replies. "Easy as falling. Ready?"

"Ready." 

She braces herself, intending to curl if there's any serious wobble.

He releases her and steps back.

The first moment is pretty wobbly, honestly. There's a moment where the silks are finding their new tension that sends her spinning a bit. But it's not actually a particularly difficult knot to make. It's not even a knot, really, just trapping the silk with the weight of her body so that it would have to slide past itself to let her go, and then letting friction do the rest.

She ends up dangling in midair, rotating slowly. She can feel the silk trying to get loose, but as long as she doesn't let her body roll, she's held in place without needing to expend too much effort.

There's some more scattered clicking.

"It's good," Armeŋ tells her. "Can you do it without being hold?"

"There is only one way to find out. It's different to most ritual dances, but maybe I learned the skill of learning dances..."

This silk should run over and under her breasts, she looks great in a breast rope-binding.

She reverses herself until the twist comes apart and falls gracefully. Then she tries to do the same maneuver again herself...

It's harder, because the silk has a tendency to escape, and she needs to support herself on her arms while doing it. But it's not actually terribly difficult — the hard part is in making it look fluid and natural, rather than making it look like flailing vaguely.

When she lets go, she drops a bit farther, because the silk is looser, but she still catches herself above the ground.

Armeŋ smiles at her again.

"You should try that until you feel safe, then you can do the one trick," he tells her. "It's simple: you do the sit, and then climb up and wrap the silks around you. Then, when you let go, the falling, the silks spin you. Then the sit keeps you from falling all the way."

The dancer on the other silks — who has swapped out along with the song at some point — snorts at his mangled phrasing, and demonstrates what he means. She wraps the basic pattern he showed Megi around her hips, and then hauls herself into the air and settles a few turns of fabric around the outside of her hips. When she lets go, she falls and spins, hair splaying out ... before jerking to a stop as the wrap arrests her fall a few feet above the floor. She ends up dangling upside-down, but makes it look natural and starts setting up her next trick with her feet.

Armeŋ is still watching Megi, though, and doesn't appear to notice the other dancer's demonstration.

Really, this is just a new kind of ritual. Different steps, same constraints: The end goal to be a smooth, controlled thematic display.

She practices, adapting smoothly and showing off athleticism under the soft exterior- Her movements are consistent and confident. It's just balance and grace in the air that's troubling her.

She smiles at not getting it quite right. She asks for advice and is clearly learning.

She notices herself getting a bit tired eventually.

"This is great fun but I want a break and some water right now."

Armeŋ nods.

"I was wondering," he remarks. "You are getting less tired than a human, I think, which is very attractive."

He gives her a hand down from the stage, and then just holds onto it, stroking the back of her hand with his thumb as they head over toward the serving counter.

Refreshments include: water (set up apart from the other stuff), a suspiciously recent-looking platter of cookies and cupcakes, little plates of finger foods, and a number of fizzy, sugary drinks. For everything except the water, people tap their phones (or, in one case, their hand) to a little symbol before grabbing some. Noticeably absent is any apparent alcohol.

"You're impressively athletic for a human! And that's attractive! Is it normal here to just... Say that? Instead of slightly indirect compliments? Hmm..."

She will lean against Armeng slightly as they walk.

"Kitsunes are lucky in a lot of ways. Our bodies are full of magic. You know, I do dances for a living, sort of- I am a priestess and many rituals to call the light gods' influence are sort of slow dances. How about you?"

Armeŋ makes a gesture with his hand that Megi may or may not have learned to interpret from context as an attitudinal expression of mild chagrin.

"I have been slightly indirect," he admits. "You're beautiful, and skillful, and I would like to have sex with you. But you are also an alien, so I was wanting to know my Notal is enough good and that I would not say something wrong, before asking."

He reaches across to scratch her ears.

"But, I do like dancing with the silks a lot, and I'm glad you wanting to learn. It's fun to share the things you are liking with people! If you don't want sex with me, I will still be happy and think meeting you is good."

He thinks about her last question.

"My living is ... I don't know the Notal. Freelance Legal Obligations Compliance Investigator. I make sure that stores are following rules, and if they aren't I help them fixing it, or tell the government. It is not very much like dancing! Dancing is for fun, it is movement. Helping with rules is more thinking, less moving. But they are both things that have people! I like people."

Megi blushes!! Quite a bit, actually.

"That's very direct. Is that how you do it? Okay, I can do that. I think- I think I do want to have sex with you. Because I've been thinking 'I wish he would touch me more' several times. I want you to think I look good and say so. I was thinking, I wonder if Armeŋ would like the sight of my breasts tangled up in the silk or in rope. I was thinking, I wonder where he would touch me first. I wonder how his core muscles feel. ...Also, that job sounds a little bit like followers of Erius."

He beams at her.

"Yes, that is how you do it! I think you would look nice tangled up," he informs her. "I could ..."

He stares up at the ceiling for a moment, trying to find the words.

"How about I am getting us some food, and you are getting water, and then you tell me Notal sex words so I can say what I am wanting to do?" he proposes. "I'm not sure which ones the 'core muscles' are, but I think I will like finding out."

She giggles. "Mm! Yes, good. Is doing sex illusions to help with words here a problem? Or do we need to get the private room?"

He thinks about it. The club's policies weren't really written with magic in mind, but that's ... probably analogous to someone showing porn on their phone? Which would be a bit strange, but not a problem if it wasn't bothering people. And also people will love learning new words, so nobody is likely to complain too much.

"It is probably okay? If nobody says to stop. People like learning words," he tells her.

He releases her hand near a free table, and goes to grab a little plate of assorted finger foods. He heard Kitsune like sweets, so he adds some cookies alongside the fried cheese things and the sliced vegetables.

"Alright. And I suppose these words will go on the phones for other people to learn, eh? Hehe. Funny, that sex words will go before certain other ones... Oh, I've been avoiding touching you unless you touch me because you're not wearing a black bracelet, should I keep doing that?"

Ooh, cookies! She nibbles lightly as she begins... Lecturing. Each one comes with an illusion, usually not actually sexually explicit. 'Core muscles' are these ones. The word for this is 'penis' but it can also be referred to by the following slang. This type of act is called that, and this other one is called that... A 'whore' or 'prostitute' is a 'sex worker' but it's sometimes a low-status job on Tirra, ask the diplomat people for more info on that... And so on.