<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/29/fe/e3/29fee345d3ea45a495a6225f5a662886.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Name:</strong> Corwin Lynch<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Dance Floor<br/><strong>Time:</strong> Night is Young <br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> As Shown<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Holly Outerbridge, OPEN<br/></span><hr/>Oh... he did like this one," Only one way to find out," He growled as she turned away from him, pressing in from behind. The smirk on his face turned into a smile as his hands dropped down to settle on her hips while she remained close enough to touch.<br/><br/><em>Might just keep this one,</em>Corwin thought to himself as she walked away, giving him a fantastic view of her walking away. Tonight was a night for enjoyment, without being restricted by societal norms. He liked dancing, and enjoying a party to its fullest had become a staple of his management style in the country over the past few years, so practice wasn't a problem. He was interested to see if he'd met his match, so as he unabashedly watched her make her way through her crowd, he took a long sip from his glass.<br/><br/><em>One Mississippi...</em><br/><br/>Good enough.<br/><br/>Corwin wasn't the kind to break out into a run even in the most desperate of occasions, but he didn't move slowly, slipping through the crowd and following the Woman in the Gold Mask well enough to the point where he wasn't far behind her when she reached the area that was kept clear for dancing. It was deserted but for the two of them, as most of the other guests were taking the time to observe the pleasantries expected of polite company. Corwin wasn't polite company though, and didn't give a shit about the weather.<br/><br/>One hand touched her back, low and close to the waist while the other took her right hand by the wrist, and in a smooth movement, guided her into a perfectly controlled spin that ended with her a good deal closer than she'd been over their first encounter. One powerful arm circled around her waist and kept her there, while the other tangled his fingers in hers. His feet moved smoothly in time with the music, guiding her across the floor with practiced precision. His head dipped down, his lips close enough to her ear to let her hear him over the music without any risk of eavesdroppers.<br/><br/>"Names aren't a big thing at these parties, anonymity being something of an issue," He rumbled, letting her hear the gentle vibrations of his voice against her earlobe," Even so, I'd like to call you something other than the Lady in the Gold Mask all night. Do you have a preferred moniker that I can use, or would you rather I come up with one of my own."