Cecil
Perhaps with the absence of so many spectators, Vierna ever so casually thought back to the mini illusion of herself. The way she danced, the movements that felt so familiar yet inexperienced to her. Salsa was an expressive form, she remembered, quick and daring. Perhaps she chose it as a rejection of the standards of Nobility, despite carrying the fabric and wealth that privileged her all those years.

Nevertheless, the ever observant drow offered a faint tap of her boot against floorboard, soft and not intending to create much noise. It seemed she ever so casually tried to rehearse what she remembed from that illusion, obviously offering a slight fumble and awkward chuckle along the way. Of course, her hand remained clung to Grey's, easy to be guided along after what she assumed was a search for the room in question. An eagerness had sparked in Vierna, an energy only matched by that of a curious adventurer. Soon, she would offer some words of her own. 

"Ha.. Have you ever taught another before, Grey? Not meaning to judge the quality of your skill. Just.. Curious, mhm." Vierna spoke with as mentioned, a clear curiousity. She genuinely seemed intrigued, a smile upon the Man as if she expected another teasing remark. If so, she would hope to be prepared this time.
Michael
"Are you certain you want me to stop, darling?" Grey didn't believe Vierna actually wanted her to stop, she seemed to enjoy it a decent amount. He enjoyed it too, it was kind of fun to poke and prod at her walls, make them break down, make her flustered. Plus, her blush and smile were kind of cute, he had to admit that. It was a shame that he likely wouldn't be seeing her again after tonight - though that made it so that Grey should take all the opportunity to have as much fun as possible, no?

A hum, one of interest, agreement, perhaps. "It's quite nice, isn't it? I've always preferred the sounds of the city over the quiet of large mansions." A hint at his own past, or maybe she would interpret it as Grey spending the night in the houses of nobles for work, his performances. It wouldn't even be a lie if he mentioned that. There were more than enough celebrations that left him exhausted enough to ask for a room to spend the night in - although he rarely did so alone.

If there was one thing Grey disliked, it was to be alone. It often lead him to think on all sorts of subjects he would rather put out of his mind forever. Other people, even if they were just background noise from a busy tavern a floor lower, helped prevent that, so Grey preferred to spend his time in places such as these.

Of course, he wasn't about to tell Vierna all of that - Grey felt that that would be a terrible idea. Instead, they opened one of the hallway's doors - third one on the left, and guided her inside, finally letting go of her hand, albeit a bit reluctantly. The room was simple, with a one person bed, a desk, a chair in front of the desk, and that was about it. There was a simple bag on the desk, meant to be worn on one's back that Vierna might assume carried Grey's belongings, though with it being closed, there was no way to know. Notably, there was also a carpet in the open space of the room, perfect for a beginner to dance on.
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They gently laid the lute down on the desk - despite the thing looking to be fairly worthless, it was hard to miss that Grey treasured it a lot, and turned to face her. "Hmm, I haven't really taught before, to be frank." Gesturing at the bed, Grey continued talking. "You may put your things down there, if you'd like. Or elsewhere. I would advise placing them somewhere off the ground so that there's less chance they'll be stepped on. You don't want to know how many perfectly good clothes I ruined that way."

Once more, he examined her, crossing his arms over his chest. There wasn't anything malicious behind it, Grey just wanted to make sure that her clothes were fit for dancing. "You might want to take off those boots as well," He commented. "Even if they're not that tall, any kind of heel is a death sentence for your ankles if you're not experienced with dancing while wearing them. Trust me, I speak from experience." He smiled, even though he internally froze up. He was supposed to be a man right now, and he couldn't quite recall if wearing heels was okay for those in this part of the country. Well, hopefully Vierna wouldn't notice or mind.
Cecil
In a rather telling fashion, the Drow made no reply. Grey wouldn't be lost for an answer however, judging by the subtle fluster and reddening of those darkened cheeks of hers after his words came. The gaze upon him felt ever more lost before finding her composure. It seemed the Succubi knew just how to leave her faltering, as befit the very best of an entertainer - or hidden Succubi. 

"It is nice.. Though the Mansions I've had the.. 'pleasure' of being in rarely ever remain quiet." It seemed she didn't particularly want to budge about the Noble backstory of the Bard, though it was quite clear she caught onto the hint by the curious perk of her brow. Of course, much of that discussion would be passed anyways as the door was opened and she found herself led rather keenly inside.

An intrigued spark looked over the Khisfire room, the architecture and personal changes that Grey himself added. A careful spy spotted the closed bag, the moved bed and of course the suitable carpet in the open space. An idle glance followed the possessive grasp of the Lute, a gentle movement from the Bard before her until his words soon came. A quiet nod seemed noticeable, shuffling herself over to the soft fabrics of the single bed and setting her stuff down with a notable caution to avoid squashing Grey's lute. For a moment, she would eye down at the intricate detail of Khisfire culture - the patterns along the bed sheets and so on before awkwardly shuffling back. Hands freed, she would set them against eachother and return her attentions to Grey. 

"Oh, you haven't? So.. It'll be a learning experience for us both, then?" Vierna casually commented with a smile, perhaps suggestive or not as she slow paced about the room as if she was sizing up just how big and capable it was. It was certainly an interesting feeling, to be in his room so casually. Clearly, some trust from the Drow. "The bed will do, I'm sure."

Soon she would find herself at the center of the room, boots against carpet perhaps rudely before her attention would be brought back to Grey. Vierna seemed a little intrigued by his remark, but it was hardly wrong. Of course, an entertainer like he must know all about style and fashion and whatnot! It was not an entirely strange thing for him to utter. Atleast, that's what seemed clear by Vierna's reaction of a nod and smile. "That.. Makes sense!" Slipping the heeled apparel off fairly quickly, she would shuffle them off to the side and now remained in a soft pair of socks instead.

Upon Grey's examination, her outfit seemed fairly loose fitting and adventurous. Loose strands of fabric hung down her top, the sparing patches of skin made for an eccentric look aswell as a free one. Her fur no longer adorned her thanks to her travels before, while her lower half seemed a tighter pair of leggings. Of course, she had a spare few outfits of her own in her pack - certain garments she may have fetched too from the Khisfire shops. Really, she had no idea how far Grey would wish for her to change to suit the dance.
Michael
How very tempting it was to continue teasing her. Grey might have done so, perhaps, if he weren't about to teach her the art of dancing, and would like to keep her attention on that. Something he wasn't planning on doing was injuring a noblewoman and deal with all the repercussions that came with that. Then again... Well, he would have to see how she responded during the dance to decide on his next moves.

"Hmm, that's quite lucky, isn't it?" He mused absently. Mixing the comfort of a mansion with the background noise of a tavern, now that would be the perfect place for Grey to spend the night. She wondered why Vierna sounded like she didn't really enjoy that, but decided against questioning it for now. There were more important things to focus on, after all.

They watched as she examined the room, content to let her spend a few moments to take in the scenery. It really wasn't anything too fancy, but it was comfortable enough, and surprisingly cool, despite the heat from earlier in the day. That was one thing Grey did like about the city; with it always being so hot outside, most buildings were built for that and were pretty decent at keeping heat outside and cool air inside. There were still many, many downsides, but hey, always look on the bright side of life, eh?

"Indeed, I rarely offer my teaching services to anyone. You're the first one in a long, long time, darling." Well, that wasn't entirely true. Grey had taught people before, but they'd taught theater and singing, not dance. It was close enough to the truth to not matter in their eyes.
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Internally, the bard sighed in relief, glad that she hadn't questioned his little slipup. Well, it would be easy enough to explain, mention that he might have played a female character once or twice when there weren't enough women around for that, or perhaps he simply needed to elevate his height for some reason or another. Either way, Grey could have explained it away somehow, but he still preferred to not have to do so in the first place.

Her outfit seemed fine enough for dancing at least, that was a relief. "Now, I know you would like to start immediately, but you have to stretch beforehand. Really, this is the best advice I can probably give you." Grey stepped away from the desk and began doing so, and Vierna might notice how incredibly flexible the man was, able to practically fold himself in half. "Warms up the muscles so you don't risk hurting yourself." Of course, he made sure to maintain a respectful distance from her, but she was allowed to approach, if she liked.
Cecil
Perhaps fortunate or not, his lucky remark seemed to reward him with a more playful scoff from Vierna. Clearly, to her it wasn't lucky, yet her reasoning why was ever vague and silent as the topic of dance became a clear focus of hers. The hidden truth was that by noise, it wasnt the calming banter of others found in this Tavern. No, something more personal, the arguments and trials of a Noble Family constantly butting heads. A strict discipline, the traditions of past all culminating in that fanciful manor back in the cold realm of Lazaroth.

It mattered little now though, the Drow was with trusted company, left to their privacy save for the quietened background noise of other people living their lives. Content, to see just what the Bard had in store for her. 

Vierna quite enjoyed the simplicity of the room, still offering space yet it felt all the more cozy with that combination. The cool air was a keen and refreshing feeling from the vicious heat that made the Drow suffer, her one clear dislike of Khisfire after having been here in that little time. A smile would return to Grey upon the teaching remark, finding little to doubt him. "..Oh? Then I should be honoured." A quiet ponder soon came to attention after those words, standing at the center of the room with her eyes upon the Bard. It seemed she was eager to follow his guidance, for Grey to act the instructor as she so wanted. 

The slipup simply made a non-issue by the Drow, she seemed far more focused on the words ahead. Vierna could spot the inspections of her attire, of her physique, almost going quiet in thought of what he possibly thought of her. There would be no objections by the tone of Grey, thankfully, atleast from what she saw.

"Aha?.. Stretching, yes.." Vierna accepted the suggestion as logical, her words seeming to slow as she watched how easy and flexible the Bard truly was. An appeasing sight, one that amazed her at first. "..What can't you do, Grey..?" Vierna teased with a surprised smirk. After some quiet watching of his technique, the Drow slowly grew comfortable to the motions. Of course she would plan to try and mirror him in her own elegant manner, but seemed to make a slight approach in order to get a better look. 

Straightening herself out, her arms would aim like a point raised up then moving down to bend her form. Of course, it wasnt as experienced as one like Grey, but Vierna was still young and graced by a Noble elegance to her movements. She would stretch and follow much of Grey's movements, for what time she had to look upon the man she would spend focused on the movements of her own body. It certainly had its toll, the lengthy stretches offering that much needed preparation. 

Whatever the case, it seemed she'd want to stop only when Grey gave the word. Fully prepared, she was, to run the course with the ever playful Bard.