<div class="floatright">(http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h164/ybfchic/August%202015%20Part%20V/xe7.png)</div>Name:     Markus<br/>Location: Ballroom<br/>Tagging:  Countess Mina<br/><hr/><br/>Markus's eyes were still wandering over the ballroom in search of a partner when one presented herself to him. Slender and delicate fingers found perches on broad shoulders. As a female form moved in close, a recently familiar voice beckoned, "Dance with me,".<br/><br/>"Umm..." Was just about all the Boxer could get out as he realized who it was that had just latched on to him. "...of course." As if by magic a servant appeared and relieved M.J.C. of his beverage. The man did so in such a way as to silently say,<em>'You won't be needing that.'</em>before disappearing as quickly as he came. The Countess moved the larger man as if by force of will alone. Her body pressing and motioning in such a way that Cade found himself on the dance floor within moments, led almost subconsciously. The woman was, even more, enchanting up close. Dark brown eyes that seem to capture any and everything peered thru a  black laced mask. A smile that said more than Markus could presently understand etched a lovely face, crowned with dark curly hair. With each step she took, her exquisite formal dress moved like water, it's red fabric making almost no noise as it seemed to entwine between Markus's legs without ever tripping him up.<br/><br/>As Mina took hold of Markus's hand and inquired about his ability to perform a Waltz, some measure of 'wit' and 'self' returned to the Boxer. Moving his hand to the center of the Countess's back Cade took the lead, dancing with his Hostess in graceful series of spins that kept them in perfect rhythm with the slow and soft melody the orchestra was now playing. Lady Agatha's lessons, taught at the end of a painful yardstick for missteps, started to come back to Markus in inspiring waves and confidence as improvisation started to show in his footwork. Countess Mina expertly mirrored his every move, her body close yet formal; inviting but unreachable due to the status and station. Still, as Markus spun his Hostess, her raven colored hair passing inches from his face... he wondered.<br/><br/>"How do you like our castle?"<br/><br/>"You know the phrase Countess, wait till you see the inside? That would be an understatement." The pair glided across the floor passing other guests who danced in an out of their way; the entire ballroom now alive and moving like a single entity. Some glanced at Markus, almost all took notice of the Countess. "Your home is lovely, I do appreciate the invite. Please share my thanks with the Count."<br/><br/>As M.J.C. continued the Waltz he couldn't help but become intoxicated by the scent of the Woman. It was bewitching, dark notes of wood mixed with the floral fragrance of jasmine or rose... perhaps both. Thoughts of removing the blue and gold Jackal mask simply to bury his face against the Countess's neck was strangled to death by the realization that Cade might not wish to be thrown out of the ball just yet.<br/><br/>"Do you have these events often or is this a special occasion?"