Felicity’s eyes danced with delighted mischief.<br/><br/>Swaying back and forth to the swelling music, she beckoned to some around her she knew to be possessed of dancing skill, one after the other.  She coaxed a powerfully built man to be the pillar of her dance.  She flirted around him, then coaxed him to lift her over his head.  Next, she teased a lithe, pierced Goth girl out onto the floor that they might undulate against each other.  She spun the Goth to the pillar of manly strength and swung her hips towards Alan’s daughter, boldy beckoning the young Uratha with arms stretching out and rolling in to join her on the dance floor.<br/>