<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4054084#msg4054084">Quote from: MadPanda on 26-12-2010, 18:47:40</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Nearly stumbling, she finds herself drawing him closer if only to help with her balance.<br/><br/>"...as...as you say, yes, practice..."<br/><br/>He can almost certainly hear her blushing under her mask.  (Unfortunately, this close to her he can also tell that the horns at brow and chin are not part of the mask at all.)<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>It might be weird, but Adjia gets the impression the man has discerned the horns already - and they aren't bothering him at all. Neither does he look impressed by her blushing, if he felt her face getting hotter than the rest of her skin.<br/>At least, his moves don't seem to lose their rhythm, not does he look tenser after they got closer for a while, following the steps of the dance. The reason for this, if her impression is correct, is up to her to guess.<br/>It might take her some time to realize that he's slowly leading her towards the centre - near the newlyweds, the elders, musicians and Muses.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4054836#msg4054836">Quote from: Petrosity on 27-12-2010, 00:51:45</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Vaguely shaped phallic objects made of tree bark floated around her mind. Aevala  grimaced, thinking of all the terrible splinters and others things that would most likely come from such a device! But, it wasn’t like it was going to be made for the intent of pleasuring someone… Still, the torturous device seemed almost appropriate for the zealot. Killing him after such a noble act would be almost a gift compared to what Adija had in mind. <br/><br/>Aevala’s let the idea of the malign device slip from her thoughts as she watched the dancing begin, artistic and almost poetic in its motion, and certainly indicative of later nighttime activities. She wasn’t much of a dancer, but she dexterous enough to keep her feet moving in the right direction. She soon found that two very different hands were placed on her elbows. She looked up to the man and then to the woman. Aevala grinned as the two bantered with another, but she could not dispute the woman’s claim as some things really did need a feminine touch. “The lady has a point, kind sir. Some dances are better with a little feminine grace, but not all. Perhaps a different melody will be played, and I will be searching for you as partner!” she said with a wink, taking the woman’s hand for this dance. <br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>The woman sent the smile of a victor to the man, who shakes his head, still smiling.<br/>"It's not true even for all dances, but as you wish. Enjoy your dance with Lara!"<br/>Then he bows and steps aside, looking for another partner. Such is found soon - not really a hard task on this night - and they whirl nearby.<br/>The woman, however, stands true to her words. If dancing style says anything about your personality, she's meticulous, precise in her movements, and assertive while still trying real hard not to cross boundaries Aevala doesn't want her to cross. And she manages to look tender and vulnerable on top of that, leaving her the lead as often as she takes it.<br/>Sure, her touches linger on her body for longer than strictly required by the moves, but she's making it look almost innocent. If Aevala as much as shrugs her touches away, she pulls her hands back, and acts more reserved for a while, her moves becoming more "professional".