The twinkle in her eye belying the graceful movements of her dance,  the girl was very much the butterfly.  At once flirtatious and playful, graceful, exotic and elegant in her movements much like the costume she had chosen for the night.<br/><br/>"Don't be silly.  Anyone can dance.  They just need to let the music carry them.. It's something like those intimate moments, you know?  Most people let their own fears and silly little social phobias get in their way.  That's why they invented booze."  Arching a brow, Carly gives Peter a teasing, coy little smile, her voice pitched for his ears only, Carly's flirty side reemerges as she traces a light circle eight along the delicate skin just below his ear.  "So people will actually get up and dance... and... other things."