Reika gave John a daring split-second look before the music started, approaching him for the start. As soon as the first note was played, the contest began. In, out, dodge, sidestep, spin, twist. She wound and swerved in and out of the sash's grasp, but was out and away before the fabric could ensnare her wrists. Several times the John came close to catching her, but missed by a hairs-width, maybe even less. Time seemed to drag out, her breathing a bit pained, but she was used to the burn. And obviously so was her dance partner. The clapping caught her off guard, and only then did she start becoming closer to being snared. Still, the young woman continued to elude the silk and its possessor. After what seemed to be an hour, but really was nearly four minutes, the dance was over. Reika has misjudged a step, and gotten herself caught. She looked up at John with a breathless, impressed expression. "V-very good... indeed... well d-danced."