<strong><em><span class="bbc_u">Carly</span></em></strong><br/><br/>Wearing a delighted smile, her eyes twinkling in amusement and a few other heady emotions, Carly's light skin flushes as blood rushes to her cheeks.  The dance, the rum and the oh so welcome company of Peter, definitely, just what she needed.<br/><br/>"This material," he noted, as he caressed her rump softly.  "What is it?  It feels wonderful."<br/><br/>"The dress is silk.  That is what you were asking about, yes?" Carly's voice goes very soft and husky as she keeps her responses pitched for his ears alone.  "Or was it what was underneath?"<br/><br/>"ahhhh...  tango." Carly's graceful steps bring her closer to his body preparing to change the dance, her nipples clearly visible through the plum silk of her thigh length shift pressing against his chest.  Whispering quietly in his ear, her lips grazing the tips, "you are a very good dancer.  I don't believe that last dance called for a hand on my ass.  If you move it though, I will have to stomp on your toes" she continues. Her teasing playful tone, holding an undercurrent of sensuality that matched her general demeanor.  "I rather like it."