<div class="floatright">(http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h164/ybfchic/August%202015%20Part%20V/xe7.png)</div>Name: Markus<br/>Location: Ballroom<br/>Tagging: Countess Mina<br/><hr/><br/>Cade twirled the Countess again, this time keeping his arm extended as they complete another full turn; then the Boxer reversed the gesture bringing the elegant Lady back into him, her red dress a swirl of movement about her. It seemed to Markus no matter what he might come up with, Countess Mina would expertly follow thru with impossible grace and precision. As if this Woman was born to dance, so skilled was she, that it seemed merely child's play for her to match him step by step. She was a joy to move with, and against. The fact that her body had, in numerous but skillfully secluded moments, brush against his in ways that suggest a growing intimacy was not lost on the jackal masked Fighter. More than once M.J.C. had to stop himself when his hand, dutifully place behind Mina, would drift either up or down, tracing the spine of her exposed back in ways that one might consider inappropriate. Her skin was soft and warm, a pale shade of olive dusted to glimmer in the candlelight. The very presence of the Woman quickened one's heart rate and Cade found himself enjoying her way too much then he should.<br/><br/>"That's not all you can keep..." Markus heard himself saying before common sense violently gunned down his more primal urges. Forever was the little head, trying to speak for the big one and Cade was determined to remember where he was and who he was with. For God sakes the Woman's husband was dancing less than ten feet away and had what, an army of highly trained and well-paid security guards at his disposal. Not a fight you can win! "... My... Gratitude at being chosen first among your guest to dance with. If the night was to end right now, it would still be magical...simply for this moment."<br/><br/>And the moment was a fading one. The song that the orchestra was playing; the singer, a beauty herself with a honey flavored voice, wouldn't last forever. The Countess would be off to dance with another and Markus had to admit, she would leave a momentary void in His evening. Yet as Mina's finger traced over his bicep he wonders if his Hostess might too feel the absence. Hopeful... but doubtful. The Countess Mina was probably way out of the Lightweight Champion's League, not to mention married... then again, this wasn't his first dalliance with Nobility. Tabloids and High Society Magazines were still offering Markus huge sums to name his Royal indiscretion.<br/><br/>"This is my first Ball, I didn't think it was something I would be into but my taste for such things are improving dramatically." Images of the Countess's midnight colored hair cascading about as she looked down upon him from a mounted position, flickered thru Cade's thoughts. M.J.C. gave his Hostess another twirl simply to break contact with her long enough to get control of his hormones; he was only twenty-five after all and bred in many different ways than the high society around him. As she returned to his waltzing embraced Cade realized, after gazing into that masked covered face, that the Countess probably knew exactly what effect she was having on him.<br/><br/>Markus Cade decided that as the Song, the waltz itself, was winding down he would forgo the small talk and ask a real question. Chances are the Boxer might never have an opportunity to talk to this Woman, in such privacy, again so what did he have to lose. "Is this your everyday? I mean it has to be amazing. All these people, these servants at your beckon call, the prestige, the fame... the lifestyle. But, do you ever get tired of it? Do you ever want to just slip away?" The Question might have been one Cade was asking himself, as he was starting to feel the overwhelming pressure of his own notoriety as it weighed heavily on his young shoulders.