Michael
The enchantress didn't wish to continue discussing the matter, then? Fine by them. It wasn't something Grey wasn't particularly interested in talking about anyway, especially when there was a much more interesting topic coming up.

Thinking for a moment, Grey ran the dance over in his head, going over the steps and considering what the best starting point would be. No better place to start than the beginning, eh? The basics, boring as they may be, were fairly important to get right, and only then could one start getting into the more advanced things. Plus, it would give him a good idea of what her level was at.

"There are few things I can't do, darling," Grey replied, looking at her from his upside down position with a smile. Of course, realistically speaking, there were probably more things that he couldn't do than things that he could, but he wasn't about to admit that. "Like what you see?" He added teasingly, winking at her. What was not to like? The Elven man was objectively attractive, with the muscular and toned body of a dancer, and simple clothes that seemed to be specifically made to accentuate that.

A minute or so, and Grey figured they were about done, standing up straight and absently rolling his shoulders. "If at any time, you notice any pain or discomfort, please don't try to fight through it, just let me know, alright?" Was that concern in his voice? It was hard to tell. In the past, when he wasn't even an adult yet, he himself had made that mistake and gotten injured - quite an embarrassing thing to explain, when he wasn't even supposed to be dancing at all. The next few days... Actually, upon second consideration, he didn't want to be taking this trip down memory lane at all. Better focus on the present.
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"Your form is good," They commented. Indeed, it seemed she would at least be flexible enough to execute the dance moves - plus, admittedly, Vierna wasn't exactly unpleasant to look at either. Left arm crossed over his chest, he held up his right hand, snapping his fingers with a smile that carried some amount of mischief.

And suddenly, there was music, seemingly playing from all around them. It wasn't anything too fancy, but it was cheerful, the typical music one would imagine when thinking of the Salsa. Due to the power of illusions, only the two of them could hear it, as it was played directly in their heads, even if it sounded like it came from everywhere around them. "Now, I want you to focus on the beat," Grey said, waving his finger in accordance with it, as a conductor for a choir might. One, two, three, four, one, two, three, four. "Do you feel it?"

On the beat, he began stepping his feet, left, right, left, a pause, and then right, left, right and another pause. Most notably were his hips as he did so, swaying along in the direction of whichever foot he rested his weight on. Gods, how hard it was to resist the urge to break out into dance, but he had to, to make sure that Vierna could keep up.
Cecil
The Drow noted the winks and teasing while she slowly finished her stretches, her head slightly raising to catch those clever words from the Bard. "Always a show with you.." Vierna spoke in an amused fluster, the very position being a vulnerable one so she was just as glad to watch the Bard finish and stand upright.

 Following suit with a light twist of herself, the Drow hummed a subtle nod at the talk of safety. "I.. I will. You're the expert." Spoken to try and reassure him, there would be perhaps a more unintentional lie in her words. Truly, she did want to push herself here. An injury, or stumble, perhaps may be her end result but she was determined to see this through. 

"Oh?.." An especially cheery smile showed at the compliment of her form, perhaps finding it unexpected at first. Whatever it did, she seemed more and more relaxed under Grey's instruction. A hand casually guided itself to her hip, a curious tilt of her head at the snap of those fingers.

At first silent, then sprouted the sudden music all around. It took her a moment to compose herself with that surprised smirk, a glance about to try and gauge this impressive illusion magic but finding little except for the very sounds all around. The mood, that was what she liked. As Grey spoke again, she would take note of his request. Parted lips soon closed, clearly her focus going to the music around her. 

At first, clearly she struggled. The wave of Grey's finger seemed to help, chuckling along before.. She seemed to find it. One, two, three, four.. There it was! Trying her hardest to cling to that beat, she would watch how Grey started to move. There was the steps, simply, but the very sway that matched the weight of his steps seemed most important.

"Ahh.." A quiet hum that may have been drowned out by the music, Vierna began to follow the pattern herself. Left foot, right, left again, then the pause..! Though at first, it felt like she was just following instruction. The beat had been forgotten perhaps unintentionally due to the many considerations. She could feel that it wasn't quite right. A gentle frustration showed itself for some time, Vierna wanting to fumble a curse or two but finding reassurance in Grey's presence. 

A calm breath in once more, as she watched Grey again. The steps would be repeated, but a gradual focus on the beat of the music would be mirrored. It only helped that she started a sway of her more elegant form to the dance, hips leaning against the focused weight of her steps. Vierna was starting to get it, that much clear by the lessening of her frustrations. 

In truth, she had tried something like this before. Back in Lazaroth, with those Tiefling friends of hers. There was something intriguing about dancing infront of the Bard, showing herself off. It was a dance, right? That's what it entailed, of course. She couldn't help but imagine the coming teases however.
Michael
"Of course! What is life if not but an endless series of performances, after all?" Perhaps it was becoming clear by now that everything Grey did and said, it was all a show, one he greatly enjoyed performing, but a show nonetheless. It might make one wonder what he acted like when he was alone, when there was no one around to watch his performance. Would he still be as dramatic? Or would he be more easy-going, quieter, less intense? Perhaps he might even drop his disguises, albeit for a moment. There was no real way to know for sure.

Although Grey didn't believe Vierna entirely when she mentioned that she would make sure to tell him if she was in pain, he didn't find it his place to care. He did his part in warning her, and if she wanted to endanger herself, well, that was her mistake, then. Grey didn't want her to get hurt, of course, but if she decided to be stubborn about it, what could he do about it?

He watched her struggle, more focused on her dance than his own - after all, it was almost like second nature to him. Sometimes, he found it more difficult not to dance than to dance. What else was one to do when there was a good song playing? Not dance? Insane.

"Follow the beat," He said encouragingly, clapping his hands in accordance with it until she seemed to have figured it out on her own. "There you go. See, I knew you had rhythm." Once again, Grey clapped his hands, this time more to praise her. It wasn't a particularly difficult move, of course, but getting into the rhythm of things was rather difficult for some people, and it was worth some praise.
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Actually... There was something that could use correcting. Grey stepped closer to her, placing his hands on her hips from the front. "Keep going, keep going," He instructed her, "Try not to get distracted by my presence." The smirk on his face was undeniable, he knew exactly what he was doing. Here and there, he pushed lightly, adjusting her form somewhat to be moving more fluidly. Would she even be able to focus with him being so close to her, though? Grey couldn't help it, he had to know how she would react. So close together... It almost made him blush. Emphasis on almost. "Your hips are really important, you have to use them correctly."
Cecil
It particularly intrigued her with that remark of performance, a silent consideration of her own of the Man behind all that wit and drama. Of course, she had little time to focus on it thanks to the very dance she practiced. 

It would be those encouraging words of his that helped her movements, figuring the beat with a look of surprise. The more she got into the dance, the more excited she was. Look, Tieflings, at the Noble Drow now! A dance so different to the elegant twirling of the Waltz, one of expression and pure enjoyment. "Heh, all the rhythm.." Perhaps uttered more smugly, she felt like she earned it atleast given the work she was putting in. It didn't seem malicious, more playful. 

Thanks to her words, her gaze had been set upon the Bard that encouraged her. As a result, there was no doubt about the movements of the disguised Succubi. A moment of confusion rang in the form of the Drow, unclear of the actions of Grey before she felt those hands against her. Closer than she'd ever been to the Man, Vierna could do little but flutter her lashes and keep up her movements.

"I.." It was a struggle to find her words, the gradual guidance found from the Bard allowing her movements to flow far better than she had done on her own. Hands on a Noble like this, it would have been quite the taboo! Yet, the Drow wouldn't ease him back.

"I'm.. Trying.." Vierna managed to muster, that much needed gaze down at herself with the Bard's closeness seemed like the two were dancing together.

 Eventually she'd muster that courage, eyes raising up to look upon the Bard. She seemed to falter with his presence, yet her movements seemed to do better. Like he recommended, her hips would be better utilised; a keener sway from her dark figure. Guided along, she grew more and more use to the hold and the pattern of her steps. The rhythm in her ear. That awkwardness soon faded, as she simply held a gaze against his. With that, soon a faint smirk. "I think.. Your distracting presence is helping me, actually.." Vierna remarked rather suddenly, closeness clear.
Michael
The noblewoman really was doing wonderfully. This likely wasn't her first time doing this, as most nobles he knew got some kind of dance education when they were younger, even if it was just the basics. Of course, despite that, many were still absolutely terrible at it, so the ease at which she was picking this up was something worth complimenting. He might have done so, actually, if he wasn't busy being distracted himself.

Grey swayed along with her somewhat, mirroring her dance, his own hips swaying along with hers. Without him intending to do so, it seemed this had turned into a dance for two, although he was surprised with how little he minded. It seemed an attractive woman like her helped ease the discomfort he usually felt in these situations, just a little. All in all, he was enjoying himself more than he thought he would.

He chuckled as Vierna struggled for words, a soft and low sound that wasn't mocking in any way, just an expression of his amusement. "What, don't tell me that I'm bothering you, darling?" There was that purr again. His voice was significantly softer than before, and wouldn't be audible if he wasn't standing so close to her.

Hands still placed firmly on her hips, Grey wasn't pushing at her any more, just letting Vierna dance on her own. "You truly are a natural," Grey said, and raised his eyes, looking into her light blue ones. They were a truly beautiful color, he noticed. It reminded him of the blue sky, of a beautiful ocean, of the tiny little flowers that someone he used to know many years ago was so fond of. For a moment, he found himself at a loss for words, a true rarity indeed. The rest of her skin was a true miracle to behold too, reminding him of the night's sky he spent so many hours staring at when he was lost and needed someone to guide him. Of course, that person never appeared, but the stars were always there for him...
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Grey felt his heart make a funny little jump in his chest. It was now his turn to try and find something to say, and his mind came up empty. Well... Words were overrated anyway. He'd stopped dancing by now, although the music was still playing, not much more than a vague background noise in his mind.

And then, he leaned forward suddenly, and pressed his lips against Vierna's. His own were soft and as warm as the rest of his body, despite the coolness of the room. Of course, she was welcome to push him away, if she so desired, and Grey would accept that - he'd been rejected enough times to know how to take it. Some part of him felt like she wouldn't do that, though - frankly, he was really hoping that she wouldn't. He liked her, and wished to be with her, and all he could do was hope that she felt the same way about him.
Cecil
The Enchantress couldn't help but feel the shifting of tides, a connected sway of their movements only furthering this image of a duo in dancing. Of course, the Drow could remember the lack of comfort in the topic of the Waltz, and the discussion before of avoiding a duo dance in the first place. What changed, she wondered, though the Drow learnt well not to dwell on it. Afterall, she had quite the handsome and charming Bard before her, teasing her with a firm grip and witty remarks. As the flow of that dance continued, she couldn't help but adjust by laying her formerly idle hands against Grey's shoulders. For support, and perhaps understanding that the Bard wouldn't be letting go so simply. 

"Bothering? I-I doubt I could call it that." Uttered the Drow, lost with her stares upwards to the Man. That quietened tone was not one she had heard from him before. It felt personal, reserved only for her in what seemed to be quite the intimate moment. 

A blush-filled smile shined through after the further compliments, a haze of interest flooding her thoughts. To her own inspections, she saw a tanned Elf. Likely Khisfire born, toned and the sort. Handsome, athletic, talented. Above all, free. It was a wonder to learn from this one, one that offered her a service with little price. He wasn't there for her purse, there seemed a genuine intrigue in the Drow. Her, not just her status in the social hierarchy.

Those moments seemed to last for awhile, the Bard suddenly speechless seemed a delight to witness. Lost in eachother's eyes, no cheeky smirk to show the need to create drama from the situation. It seemed real. 

It was why when the Bard made his sudden attempt, that she wouldn't fight it. It was as if she herself seemed to accept, lips planted against eachother. Her pale blue gaze fluttered, soon closing as she held onto Grey and his embrace. There was a softness to her own features, a delicate touch from an otherwise sociable creature. By how she relaxed in his grip, perhaps it was clear what she felt of the situation as a whole.