Dawg walked from Marguerite across the floor, his boots clogging along the laid wood dance floor as he made his way to where the lovely Silver was sitting with her back to the dance floor, nursing her drink.<br/><br/>Walking up behind her he slid his hands along the corset closure at the back of her dress and then put his arms around her waist crossing them in front of her to hold her snuggly but not overly tight.  He leaned forward and played with her earring teasing her ear before he whispered into it,<strong>“Did I tell you just how breath takenly beautiful you look this evening, it should be a crime for a woman to look as stunning as you do,”</strong>then he dipped down and kissed her neck gently.<strong> “I believe that we owe each other a dance tonight.”</strong><br/>