Lawrence's mind had no space for the blasted internal monologue any longer. Finally the voices had silenced themselves. Only three things fit into his thoughts at once, and those three were all very near to him. The music flowed in to fill the gaps and push away those sensations too weak to hold their own against its loud and all encompassing omnipresence. Lori was there in his arms, in the grasp of his eyestalks, her body against his, her warmth joining the heat, her smell in the air as she danced with him, too faint for anyone but those that were as close as he was. And it all fed into the last feeling that had grasped him tonight, the feeling he had not expected to ever come to him this strong, that no year before had had him yearn after something quite so hard. And now what he wanted was right before him. On any usual day Lawrence would have taken a time out, given Lori the chance to get her bearings. But tonight was not a night like that. Tonight he did not act as much like a rational creature. Tonight the plant monster was driven by what was written into his inner workings.<br/><br/>With Lori  growing ever closer to him during their dance, Lawrence needed not to be told to allow his eyestalks to stake even greater a claim on her person. Her arms rising to his shoulders were met with the stalks curled around them tugging on them a little harder, pulling her right on in before she might have even realised it had happened. From his pockets, several of the eyes curled around from behind her back, locking their torsos against each other. Lawrence's hand took the opportunity to release itself and climbed up Lori's side, snagging at her shirt and revealing a patch of her skin from under it, something that one of those eyestalks would see to by pinching the eye shut and pushing under the fabric, rubbing on the girl's skin beneath the garment. The gazebloom's hand climbed higher still, up all the way to the human's chest, his thumb pushing at her breast from below and a little to the side, trying for the softness protected by her bra. But if he was lucky, that would prove to be not much of an obstacle at all.<br/><br/>And then there was another thing. Something flashed in his mind, something that differed from the current situation but slightly, yet one he would be quite glad to go for. Lawrence looked deep into Lori's eyes with his main eye, locking their gazes together as his breathing accelerated once more. Despite their heat, in this space they would still prove to be a kind relief towards the sweltering dance floor, but with things about to take a turn for the next stage they would soon join in creating the heat. Under Lori's skirt, several eyestalks with tips both open and closed climbed upwards, a couple even passing between her legs over the fabric that still hid away her privates. But with the mission they were on, that would change in little time, with how they wormed their way between the fabric and her skin, rising towards the sides of her hips each on their own side, and curling over the top of her panties as they broke out from under them once more.  Lawrence went to lift Lori up once again for another twirl, another few steps closer to the more unhinged part of the dance floor… and with her undergarments now sliding down her legs.