<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/c6/1b/3f/c61b3fe97aa7f9c75857e44abc69e253.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Name:</strong> Henry Carrington<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Bar to Private dance hall<br/><strong>Time:</strong> Early <br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> As shown, plus an ebony Phantom of the Opera styled mask<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sarah/Closed<br/><strong>Notes:</strong> Claiming his Private Dancer<br/></span><hr/><br/><strong>“You are entirely my desire, my hunger and my passion this evening, Lady Sarah,” </strong>Henry replied as her voice replied with strength and the bared and sweet honesty of a woman to be taken always at her word, and her word more than dared him to make her his own, her word deliciously sought it.<br/><br/>His hand slipped with sensual ease up along her arm to mid elbow, then as his body moved, his arm and hand did also, transitioning in a way that allowed Henry to slip the full of his well-muscled arm around Sarah’s waist, claiming her with what was still a gentlemanly style and manner, and yet she would feel something more in the strength and sublime heat of his grasp to know that as they began to walk with each other, step in step in perfect rhythm, that this was the beginning of a true taking, of possession of the Phantom revealed to her in name, and having chosen the elegantly beautiful rose of an alto over all of the more tawdry and wanton sopranos who moved and thrashed about on the main dance floor as if they were the offerings, or seeking an offering, at a decadent and quickly building Roman orgy.<br/><br/><strong>“My Lady,”</strong>he used the possessive again, each motion and word that emanated from him seemed to claim her,<strong>“Every place we go and everything we do tonight will be upon our own private dance floor, at the moment I mean that in the most literal sense,”</strong>Henry intoned deeply, his eyes seeking her own for consent and desire to continue down the path they trod upon as Henry quickly found a small, private, not quite empty room.  It seemed to be used as a smaller dining hall at times, based on the furnishings that they could see, but was not decorated this night and offered a nice, large and open area at its center with a table, buffet and some chairs along two of the walls.<br/><br/>Reaching the table, Henry smiled in the soft light that filtered in from the exterior lighting, mostly for the parking area the valets were using, which was the only source of light in the otherwise still and quiet room, the quiet broken only by the sound of their own shoes clicking across the parquet floor.  His eyes and hand found what he sought, a lighter, and he used it for what it was meant to do, lighting five candles on an elegant candelabra.  With each candle lit, a tawny, golden light filled their private dance hall a bit more and more, until all five were lit and Henry took his phone from his pocket, dialed in the security code to open it, then handed it to Sarah, with his music app opened for her perusal,<br/><br/><strong>“Choose the songs you would most desire to dance to as my partner and my sweet and beautiful pleasure,”</strong>Henry told her, leaving the phone in her soft and elegant hands as he removed his jacket, slipping it over the back of a chair, and then slid his body fully in behind her own, his large hands each find a place to grasp upon the feminine and perfect curves of her hips, his lips pressing a warm and more than simply gentlemanly kiss to the bare flesh of her shoulder, and then upon her neck, as his eyes flickered over to the screen to steal hints at the music she would choose and play for them to dance to.<br/><br/><strong>“If I have not seduced you completely by the finish of the third song,”</strong>he growled hungrily into her ear as his teeth amorously nipped the flesh just beneath it,<strong>“It will only be because you seduced me long before then…my Sarah, my Lady of passion and desire waiting to be unleashed…wanting to be claimed and made mine…”</strong><br/><br/>That he was distracting her in her task was the playful part of his seduction and claiming of her, the phone having an eclectic mix of everything from classic to swing, rock to pop, ballads of love and loss to sweet and sensual sambas and thumping, grinding dance beats, all for her to choose from.<br/>