<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/a9/e0/ca/a9e0cad0f1fe82aadad6f95ed69dc14d.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Isobelle<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Ballroom<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Gown</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://ae01.alicdn.com/kf/UT8dpECXPdaXXagOFbXx.jpg_640x10000.jpg)<br/></div></div><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Hudson---> Sebastian<br/><div class="floatright">(https://sites.create-cdn.net/siteimages/5/0/3/50308/93/2/8/9328459/747x1000.jpg?1416057531)</div><hr/><br/>Every spare gap between them was immediately dissolved when her imposing dance partner pulled her closer and curved his head down to meet her. The scruff of his beard was against her warm cheek, lips near her ear, and connected to him from breasts to knees it was a wonder they did not trip each other up during the waltz. Their musical compatibility was superior when he spun her around before yanking her back, Isobelle's breath coming out in a soft erotic huff when they collided together. She loved the feel of him; the size of his body and the strength of his muscles under his costume was historical, as if he were some Renaissance man lost in the flow of time.<br/><br/>His question was tricky because it could expose who she was, especially if he was familiar with the area. Doubtful, but she still didn't want to take the risk, it was too much fun pretending to be someone else.<br/><br/>"I'm a bit of a fashion icon, but my father is well known in the political world and so I am often invited to exotic social events."<br/><br/>The music was beginning to wane as the song was coming to its end, a sad subject as Isobelle greedily clutched the man to her, her left arm banded around the back of his neck while her right palm cupped his cheek, thumbpad stroking his sharp cheekbone gently as she brought her face forward to his and boldly tilted her head back to press her mouth to his quickly and suddenly. It was a statement and she couldn't hold back the soft groan at the feel of his beard against her own chin and lips as she definitely tasted the whiskey then, but it ended just as quickly as it had begun before her golden eyes flecked up to his through the eyeholes of her mask.<br/><br/>"Thank you for the dance," she started, her nose brushing his as she then came around to his ear and whispered smoothly: "Find me again later tonight if you want to see how your favorite drink tastes when it's dripping down my body..." and then with that remark and a wicked wink, she retreated slowly from him, her hands trailing down his biceps and forearms to grab his hands softly and then dropping them to turn away and continue her walk. She scanned briefly for Angel, but seeing her still occupied with the Count she browsed the outskirts of the room seeking out someone who would her next target, her confidence having skyrocketed since being picked by the Viking King she had just concluded a dance with.<br/><br/>Just then her hungry eyes landed on the mysterious man in blue from before as he was still standing off against the wall. Picking a second glass up from a passing tray, Isobelle walked towards him, her eyes capturing his between the sea of costumes and masks as they seemed to part for her like the Red Sea. Within seconds she was standing before him, the glass tipped lightly against her lips before slowly swiping her long tongue across the upper one as she appraised him and his clothing. Just as speculated before his eyes were intensely blue through the mask and it made Isobelle smile.<br/><br/>"'Say, what abridgment have you for this evening?'" She began the famous Shakespearean quote in her husky and softly accented voice, her body stepping closer to his but not touching, almost cornering him against the wall with the closed space between them. "'What masque, what music? How shall we bequille the lazy time if not with some delight?'" Her left hand reached forward to graze his arm, and if allowed it would run down to his gloved hand and thread its bare fingers between his sweetly. "Are you always a wall statue at events such as this? Or do you wish to seek delight in these lazy times?"