Heeee. If only he had grabbed something other than a hand. Down, girl, that can wait a bit longer.

She follows to investigate the supply cubbies, tail wagging.

"If anyone does get hurt - in a bad way not a fun way - I can help."

He gives her an interested look.

"That is magic, yes? That would be good. We try to be ... what word did you use ... safe! Yes, we try to be safe, and the floor is softed, but sometimes still a person hurts."

He roots around in a cubby, and pulls out a second set of silks (blue, to the existing silk's green).

"O! This will do."

He shouts something up to the person dancing, and then throws the bundle of silks to them. They scamper to the top, and set themselves swinging back and forth until they're able to latch the blue silks onto a separate attachment point near the ceiling. Then they do a complicated maneuver involving both sets of silks that ends with the midpoint of their silks re-anchored further away in the opposite direction, so that people using each set are unlikely to collide.

When Megi looks back down from the spectacle, Armeŋ is looking at her butt thoughtfully.

"Is your tail strong? Or you should not pull it?"

She lifts it higher and bounces on her feet just slightly, jiggling a teensy little bit as a deliberate result.

"It's strong enough, but a little sensitive, especially close to me. And it's not as nimble as an arm or a leg. Careful! Tails vary between kitsunes- Don't assume someone else's is like mine! Are you thinking of using it to hold the silk?"

Well, if it's sensitive ...

He (gently) tugs at the base of her tail, and then just leaves his hand there as he talks.

"I was thinking whether to hold the silk with it, or you would need to be careful not to get it tangled. Both ways are okay, just need to know which way."

Megi does, in fact, let out a little purr and jump a bit when he does that gentle tug. The rest of her tail tries to gently brush against his arm.

"Mmmmm... So, how does one start, o learned one?" She reaches a hand up as if to grab on.

He gives her a little pat on the bum, and then reaches up to take the silks from her.

"The first thing is learning to fall safely. I will show you, then you go."

He hauls himself into the air and wraps the silks around his waist — coincidentally leaving him suspended horizontally at about her head height, his crotch more or less in the center of her field of vision and his strong core muscles on display.

"The most important thing is your head. One thing is, if you fall, tuck your head, put your arms up like this so you don't hurt it."

He curls so as to protect his head.

"Then, two thing is, when you touch the ground, relax and slap your arms out. This eats the oomph of the fall, stops it hurting you."

Then, with no particular warning, he does something that releases him from the silks and falls to the slightly padded floor. He tucks his head as he falls, and then lands and relaxes in one movement, slapping arms and legs out to disperse his impact as much as possible.

"There! Now you try," he says, grinning up at her from the floor. He is not making eye contact.

Me-ow, nice view.

Megi grips her arms through the silk, then heaves herself up.

...The looseness of her robe is getting in the way. She steps away, shucks it, folds it neatly, and sets it down a bit out of the way, feeling vaguely blushy and more than vaguely thrilled about being relatively bare, then returns and pulls herself up again.

"So... Like this? And when you say, I should let go and fall safely?"

He nods, moving to stand so that she won't fall on him, but so that he's still near enough to grab and redirect her if she manages to fall with her head down on the first try.

"Yes!" he agrees. "Don't try to look fancy yet — the starting thing is to be safe. Once you have fallen safe a few times and it is not scary, then you can look fancy. You are ready?"

"Ready!" She's not going to let go before they both agree on 'ready', even if she doesn't really have any fear of falling, just of looking stupid.

He waves a hand in time with the music.

"Three, two, one, go!"

She immediately releases her grip on the silk and then tries to curl her head and bring her arms around to protect it as she falls. No hesitation at all, but she's not especially nimble and is unpracticed.

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 amd falls gracefully. Then she tries to do the same maneuver again herself...