<strong>NAME:</strong>Tamsin<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Blue ballgown, tiara, shoes (http://ak1.polyvoreimg.com/cgi/img-set/cid/176065710/id/cKimrkRX5RG-C1SEtfvecw/size/y.jpg)<br/><strong>TIME/DATE:</strong>5:00pm 27th October 2017<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Ballroom<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Hermes<br/><strong>MISC INFORMATION:</strong>Ball beginning<br/><hr/><div class="floatright">(http://www.mmagency.nl/wp-content/uploads/2016/08/Jamie-sanna-474884-670x447.jpg)</div>"A drink sounds great," she accepted his offer right when the music changed.  Listening to him lament over his dancing ability, Tamsin shook her head as she laughed.  "No, I'm good.  I am no good at that either."  It was certainly true.  The girl sometimes thought that she was nothing more than a bundle of limbs strewn together.  Yes, slow dancing was best.  It was what she liked, anyway, and she found she especially liked dancing with him.<br/><br/>Then her heart stopped.  He said he wanted to kiss her again.  Parched suddenly, she found herself parting her lips, her tongue running over them.  The redhead was looking up at him, her blue eyes locked on his.