<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/UAvg75Q.jpg?1)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Holly Outerbridge</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=290637.msg14272398#msg14272398)<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Dancefloor<br/><strong>Time:</strong> Shorter after the party begins<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> low cut, backless navy minidress (https://i.imgur.com/P5WI2HF.jpg), plus this golden mask (https://www.dhresource.com/0x0s/f2-albu-g5-M00-B2-C5-rBVaI1gtitqAMDWUAAKVIkk4UoI718.jpg/butterfly-mask-men-women-metal-laser-cut.jpg)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Corwin, OPEN<br/><strong>Notes:</strong> Dancing<br/></span><hr/><br/>She didn't watch him after she blew a kiss. In fact she didn't give him another thought. She'd just gotten here after all, there were plenty of people whose nights she could make more interesting between now and whenever this party ended. She did find the dance floor eventually, happy to hear the throbbing music she was more used to with a bit of a lively beat. She didn't need much of a reason to shake her ass, but it helped when there was a rhythm to do it too. Raising her arms letting out another loud call of joy, she stepped into the darker area. Hardly a surprise that it was empty, she wasn't a stranger to being the first one dancing either. Once she started, there was usually a crowd soon after.<br/><br/>It didn't surprise her that she was being grabbed. It wasn't the first time she'd been grabbed on a dancefloor, it would hardly be the last. The grip was decently strong, but she knew she could break it easily. She wasn't worried about that. What made her happier was the grip and the tug let her twirl into the man whose fingers were around her wrist, and so she did, not bother to so much as look his way until they were face to face.<br/><br/>Ah, little black mask. The mask of a man who was only wearing one to be polite. If she'd ever met him before it would be obvious who he was. Not that the same couldn't be said about her to anyone who knew her. "Well hey there again you." She said, her ws and vs blending together in the way those from her island spoke - more of a vwell than a well. "Dja get lost on the way?" She grinned as she spoke, loudly, over the music, but not quite shouting.<br/><br/>She never stopped moving her hips, letting them bounce back and forth to the beat, doubling the beat again, as now her slinky dress slid back and forth in his hands. His words were fancy, his demeanor sullen, his interest dark. She minded none of those things. "I'm Holly." She said to his ear. "But out of curiosity, what wouldja've called me?" She let one of her hands hold onto his shoulder as the other remained entwined in his, having made no effort to free it she kept moving quickly, back and forth her hips went and her ass followed. She tugged him more towards the center of the floor, moving quickly, the message was clear, we aren't standing still, keep up if you can.<br/><br/>She didn't ask his name yet. She hadn't decided if she wanted to know it yet.