<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/6617427db94f5628d26d9e54cf8d70e3/tumblr_oy2ux8SDbX1vxwaceo1_250.gif) </div><br/><strong> Name: </strong>Claudine<br/><strong> Location: </strong>Ballroom ≈ Banquet Hall<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Attire</div><div class="spoiler_body"> (https://78.media.tumblr.com/3878bda0143cedb7662109ca4f9ef34a/tumblr_oxtstwsgJu1vxwaceo1_400.gif)</div></div><br/><strong> Tagging: </strong>Markus<br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><strong><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">W</span></em></strong></span>hat was it about such a graceful and heart racing dance that fed more of a gleam within Claudine's eyes as her gaze caressed her masked partner? The twists as muscles moved like mercury, constantly in fluid motion. There was not a second that could be wasted in a pause under such hurried steps and sharp turns of lethal intimacy. Twisted, tangled, the hearts of two bodies practically in sync as their bodies roared. One step forward. Four steps back. Extension of a limb in reach, only to snap back as though scorched. The rippling sea of red swirling and swishing, blurring as a shoed foot kicks without making an impact, only a brush of flesh against his cloth-covered leg. Prey and predator, they were both as her smile deepened and her eyes widened with a dangerous glint under his seizing her ankle. The pink tip of muscle caught gliding between the pout of her lips, eyes searing with intensity. A breath there. An exhale here. A violent harmony of rhythm that ever distantly made her wonder how he would fetch her in a challenge of capoeira.<br/><br/>The music controlled Claudine's body as much as did her masked partner's physical challenges. Though his words sailed and pierced hard as she laughed on a thin breath as they baited and taunted one another in swift movements. "<em>Dear sir</em>," she practically purred as she leaned in close before jerking back with a half kick of step. "<em>The windows to my soul can oft tell beautiful lies</em>," she spoke on just a breath as her back glanced against him as a hand lightly gripped his wrist. Guided his limb, letting his fingertips brush across her hip then thigh before flicking it away, stomach muscles moving in a slithering cascade of rolling motion as hips swayed before she spun. The gleam only deepened within her eyes, breaths coming and going in hurried pulls as their bodies hypnotically taunted one another in demand. All for their two worlds to collide on the last fading notes, no doubt leaving both their eyes glazed in hungry shine as they panted shallow breaths, hearts still furiously drumming. Time had stopped, the silence so loud it was deafening as it mingled with the war drumming in their chests. Then the second hand to the clocks in their minds clicked, and under the burning gazes of those who starred, like magnets, they repelled from one another.<br/><br/>It had been a rush and quite an exhilarating one at that. It even saw to not chipping, but, melting more of Claudine's frosting of ice away. There was still some of that frozen chill to her despite the pulsing heat coming from her body, Such a short-lived spell of being without words as the Anubis warrior stroked his own across her mind, shattering the haze of rampant thoughts that had no place in polite society. Words he offered though not his body as her gaze trickled over him in the silent thought of her reply. Option A, option B, the tennis match did not last long in her mind. A feral though sweet smile to her lips dimmed and faded, found reborn in a quiet gentleness as her chin dipped and lifted.<br/><br/>"<em>It is I who should be thanking you</em>," spilled forth Claudine's words, stepping and turning so to plant herself at his side. Brushing her velour entombed arm against his, the corner of her mouth twitched before her arm curled, linking herself to him. "<em>Twice for that matter</em>," she sighed, the notes of her Italian breed of stock seeming in sound to be heavier as she broke the trance of stare, vision following the other lovely masked creatures as they filed off to sate nourishing pangs of physical hunger. "<em>Your company is most welcomed but</em>," she mused aloud with a light exhale of a tempered chuckle as they joined the flowing river in heading towards the banquet hall. "<em>With your mask sealed to you as it is</em>," and it was reborn again, the shine of ice within her eyes that spoke more vibrantly than her next breath of words. As her neck guided her head to turn in giving a sideways glance to him, the corners of her painted lips tugging to draw her mouth into a playful shade of a mischevious grinner's smirk.<br/><br/>"<em>You might risk, starving, among the gathered pack here tonight, dear</em>."