Ranuk watched, amused, as Tamlin tried to acclimatize himself to the music that was so very obviously foreign to him. He tried when the other elves shrieked and gasped in outrage, though unlike them he had been a willing participant. Ranuk admired that immensely, Tamlin's willingness to connect. He was just as sincere as he was in the garden. Ranuk smiled as the elf's body began to move a little more confidently, losing his ever polite stiffness.<br/><br/>-You're welcome - Ranuk signed back. The prince hadnt been the only one uncomfortable between the queens. He could feel his mother's rage and pettiness rumble behind her teeth and he didnt want to be close by when she finally let loose her temper. A dance seemed an acceptable escape from the table, and bringing Tamlin along was good for relations.<br/><br/>Also, he was curious how an elf might dance.<br/><br/>Somewhere else in the crowd, Ursalo's bright eyes flashed with delight. His many snakes writhed about, their golden collars glittering in the dim light. A few reach towards Jera and slithered across his shoulders, their tongues flicking at his taste.<br/><br/>"I would be delighted," Ursalo hissed into Jera's ear before pulling the elf against his naked chest, pressing their bodies together front to front. The dance from then on could hardly be considered as appropriate, but amidst the twisting, entertaining crowd they were hardly noticed.<br/><br/>The crowd became it's own entity, like a school of fish or a flock of birds, flowing and ebbing with the frenzy of the music. Every now and then the crowd would part to make room for a demon that had something impressive to do, and they would holler and cheer at the show before converging again. It was wild and exhilarating, and only grew more so after the barrels of demon ale and wine had been opened.<br/><br/>After some hours, when the party was at its peak and their were demons hanging from the chandeliers, Ursalo pulled Jera out into the corridors, unable to wait any longer. They stumbled into a corridor, echoing with the sounds of the ball. Ursalo pushed the elf against the wall and rutted against him, his hissing breath tickling against Jera's ear.<br/><br/>"Take me ssssomewhere dark and quiet," Ursalo growled, his tone somewhere between demanding and pleading.