<div class="floatright">(https://www.duchamplondon.com/duchamp_blog/wp-content/uploads/2014/03/aiden-shaw-6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>William<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Ballroom<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open, Imogen, Kore<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Outfit</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/b7/26/e5/b726e50a805a2b3dc61a60b5b5d5ff2e--aiden-shaw-summer-campaign.jpg)</div></div><hr/><br/>In truth William had been expecting a polite, but firm refusal to his offer. For one, the lovely lady in scarlet seemed to have eyes for the demoness that had also caught his eyes. Not to mention that few seemed familiar or even comfortable with the thought of a trio form of dance. He was quite surprised and more than a little pleased that it was the horned woman that took the lead, guiding them swiftly towards a clearing on the floor that would allow them the proper posturing.<br/><br/>Settling into position with the two lovely women before them, his eyes flickered behind his mask, shifting between them two and he had to suppress a smile when he noted the way the scarlet woman caught in the middle continued to seem quite focused on the other woman. He really should come up with names for these two; it just seemed too silly to refer to them in such terms in his head, but then again was that not the point of a masquerade ball? All the mystery and intrigue of not really knowing who you were dancing and perhaps seducing.<br/><br/>Taking the lead, he held the form with the two for the first cadence before he offered a playful grin. He was also familiar with the bullfighting origins of the dance and was happy to pick up the pace, parting each lady, leading one in each arm through a series of twists and turns, whirling them about like a matador might do with a cape, one in deep red, the other an alluring, flowing black. To his delight both seemed equally up to the task, and he might even go so far as to feeling like the horned beauty on his right was testing him step by step, really trying his mettle it seemed. He made a mental note to perhaps ask her history with the dance when he got the opportunity.<br/><br/>With on last twirl for the viewing pleasure of those who might have stopped to observe them, he offered a deep bow and a kiss to each of their hands. “Thank you kindly for the exhilarating outing. I do hope that I proved sufficient in the task.”<br/><br/>His smile lessened as he heard a curious commotion from the banquet hall, his left brow arching slightly though it was hidden behind his mask. The orchestra seemed unaware, dipping into their next song but William was drawn by what seemed to be a flurry of activity, people coming and going from the hall. Stepping to the side of the door, he peeked through in time to see the Count’s body being lifted on a stretcher. Well that seemed quite odd and out of place. For all he knew that man was a bastion of health and fitness, at least from what little he had heard. Observing what seemed to be a whispered conversation between the Count and Countess, William began to wonder if perhaps this was all part of the evening. At the very least it would get people talking.<br/>