-I mentioned the voice. Do you hear it? Ah. Now I remember....<br/><br/>I turned, head tilting to look up at the masked gent, eyes taking in his own, he quite positive and the aura about him of a strength, he was well aware of what he wanted, and his determination, captured me in ways indescribable.<br/><br/>His offer, I could not resist, compelled, pulled to still wish to leave this dream, and yet, finding myself moreso wishing to stay in the moment, as short as it may be. My breath taken in a slight gasp, I do not break the stare I offer, and without thought, without any doubt or rescind, I place my left hand into his offered right, my cold fingers wrapping around his palm.<br/><br/>We are in the main entry, and nudged to the old wooden floor, and honestly, the surroundings, those even next to me, a blur. My focus remained on this man, as my right hand placed upon his left shoulder, and I spoke in a barely audible whisper, repeating his last words...'just one time...'.<br/><br/>I can smell the hops in the air, can still feel the warm breeze at it caresses my body, sweeping the hem of my gown against the floor, and I take a slow and deep breath inward, nodding to the man, waiting his lead in this dance.