<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/f2/80/4e/f2804e8fbb9839cb88e859f9d8e2741a--christian-grey-christian-bale.jpg)</div>Name:  Sebastian<br/>Location: Ballroom<br/>Tagging: Isobelle<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Costume (on the right):</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/c9/86/a6/c986a671b4bc7d37dcf0501f1e55fc28.jpg)</div></div><hr/><br/>There was a certain fascination about standing on the sidelines, watching the rest of the milling crowd as they spun their partners and immersed themselves deeply in the music. He was a predator among sheep, a lion among gazelles and his hungry gaze watched the women, noting every curve, every subtle swell of exposed cleavage to where their dresses clung to their hips, some leaving little to nothing to the imagination while others only hinted at the delicious delicacies hidden beneath. He crossed his arms behind his back, content in his observations, watching his friends, the Count and Countess, rotate between partner after partner, serving their duties as hosts to make each of their guests feel welcome and appreciated. One gloved hand snaked out to grasp another glass of champagne from a passing server, idly sipping the contents beneath his mask until the glass was empty and was returned to another passing tray.<br/><br/>"Mhmm," He mused, his voice deep and smooth, like honey. "Milady graces me with her presence and I find myself astounded. So many bountiful partners to dance with and you choose me? I'm honored."<br/><br/>His blue gaze trailed slowly down the exposed caramel-hued skin, admiring the curves on display, his fingers parting and intertwining with hers, thumb brushing over the back of her hand. "Alas, I was merely waiting for one brave enough to venture forward and offer their hand to me. It's such a bore being the one to always seek out what I want, better yet to wait for one who wants the same to come to me, saves some of the future trouble and questioning. Besides, it's fun to stand back and watch others, it tends to reveal those who are more adventurous than others."<br/><br/>"May I have this next dance?" He inquired, lifting the back of her to his lips and pressing it against the mask where his lips would be, his blue gaze intent within the shadows of the eye holes. "I would like to take you up on that offer for delight."<br/><br/>He didn't wait for a reply, pulling her behind him as he made his way out on to the dance floor as the orchestra began it's next number, spinning her against him, the soft planes of her body colliding with his solid, angular ones. He ran a hand along her back and down to rest on her hip, the other never relinquishing their clasping of her own. He swayed gently to the right and left, putting first one foot forward and then the other, leaning forward to spin her to the length of his wingspan before spinning her back against him, dipping her, his hand cupping her lower back to keep her from falling as he leaned forward, blue gaze glowing from within the shadows of his mask.<br/><br/>He chuckled as he lowered her back to her feet, fingers running through her hair and along the length of her shoulder. "Have I granted you what you seek?"