<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/UAvg75Q.jpg?1)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Holly Outerbridge</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=290637.msg14272398#msg14272398)<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Dancefloor<br/><strong>Time:</strong> Shorter after the party begins<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> low cut, backless navy minidress (https://i.imgur.com/P5WI2HF.jpg), plus this golden mask (https://www.dhresource.com/0x0s/f2-albu-g5-M00-B2-C5-rBVaI1gtitqAMDWUAAKVIkk4UoI718.jpg/butterfly-mask-men-women-metal-laser-cut.jpg)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Corwin, OPEN<br/><strong>Notes:</strong> Dancing<br/></span><hr/><br/>He was spinning her about and she had no problem with that, he was keeping up after all. Not bad for a man his age. Of course to a twenty year old Olympian everyone was infirm and elderly. She kept spinning, moving, and weaving as he tucked her into him. Glancing about she tossed her clutch to a passing butler who was obviously prepared for such things and gave her a nod before going off to place it with the other items guests had dropped off for safe keeping. Such excellent staff this place had! Without them she would have had to pause the dance, and if there was one thing she wasn't doing, it was that!<br/><br/>She didn't mind having her back to him at all. His hands that had hers wrapped up weren't bad at all, and the way they pressed into her stomach was even better. He'd find it rock hard, quite literally, possibly one of the hardest sets of abs he'd ever touched on a woman. There weren't many better ones in the world after all. Two if you believed medals. Not that Holly was still thinking about that. Every day. Two years later.<br/><br/>Besides, those some body-wrecking workouts that had given her the third most powerful legs in the long jump had also given her an ass that was absolutely out of this world and she didn't mind using it. It twitched and bounced against him, obviously fully aware of what it was doing as she shoved it back into him like she was fighting for the ground they danced on. Or she just really wanted him to know how nice it was. And how firm.<br/><br/>She bent her neck back, long hair spilling over his shoulder as she spoke to his face, "Too long." She said shaking her head. "You'd never get it all out if you were screaming it, ace boy." She said, the island title given to him because she didn't know his name and thus far had no need for it. "Try something shorter."<br/><br/>Just as she'd foreseen, following her lead a few others had joined them in the central dancefloor. And then a few had joined them, and they were now comfortably in the middle of a crush of bodies that encouraged inappropriateness and swagger. Before he could answer her she let go of his hands and bent all the way down, placing her palms directly on the floor, and really shook her ass into him for a good half a minute before she straightened up as easily as you please and returned to swaying and smirking at him. "Vwadja come up with?" She asked, a knowing twinkle in her eyes as as if to say 'hey now, that's how we dance on the islands,' as she bent her neck back to talk to him once more.