<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/wmj18shm.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><strong>Name:</strong> <em>Imogen Payne</em><br/><strong>Location:</strong> <em>Ballroom</em><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> <em>Kore &amp; William</em></span><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">the ensemble</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.imgur.com/FBTFFV3.png)</div></div><hr/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><em><strong>I</strong></em></span>mogen's cool grey eyes fell on the brunette in crimson as she approached her; it wasn't too challenging of a task to see when someone had an intent and in a crowd like this, one had to read the pieces on the chessboard carefully. Holding her gaze on the woman as she closed the distance, her grey eyes bore into the brunette's own brown pair - they were lovely, really, Imogen noticed as the woman spoke: such a deep shade of brown that it was hard to see the black of the iris in the center.<br/><br/>Tipping her head curiously, as though considering her question, she watched in her peripheral vision as a man clad all in white approached from behind her proposed dance partner. The Paso Doble as a trio. Imogen let the corners of her mouth slowly creep into a tight little smirk - it was an expression that very nearly seemed out of place on her darkly painted lips.<br/><br/>After a moment, in a fluid motion, Imogen swung her legs off the end of the chaise and stood - and for perhaps a second it seemed as though she was going to leave both of them without an answer. Her cool grey eyes had yet to leave the other woman's, but now they tore away, darting to the wolf's and then back to her after a lingering moment.<br/><br/>"I love being watched." She sighed the words as she passed between them, but it was a statement loud enough for them both to hear. In the same motion as her stride, she slipped her hand into each of theirs and grasped hold without missing a step, guiding them onto the ballroom floor. If either of them drew back she wouldn't stop or protest; after all, they were the ones who had offered so if they balked at her acceptance, that would be their own failing.<br/><br/>If they followed, Imogen would lead them onto the floor close to the center in little time at all - it was evident that she had no intent on letting the song go to waste. Silver-white hair poised in loose curls brushed her neck and shoulders as Imogen turned her head to pull the woman in crimson close; her hand slid slowly up the slick fabric and firm bodice of her dress as Imogen positioned her between herself and the man in white, both of the women facing him. Black; crimson; white. Her hand rested on the other woman's waist just below where the gentleman would rest his and the opposite hand slipped over the back of the other woman's to press both of theirs into his welcoming palm.<br/><br/>The Paso Doble was, by nature, a fight - bullfighting, specifically - and a fierce dance at a quick double-step; Imogen herself had learned it in France from the Spanish ambassador's son while on a visit there, and then danced it many times afterward with as many variations. Tonight, the wolf would be fending off two bulls, one black and one crimson, and the visual of it, she knew, would prove impressive.