Rosalyn smiled and moved behind him, her soft bosom brushing his chest as she moved to brush her fingers along his arms across his chest, then reaching down to brush her fingertips on his thigh, speaking in a gentle voice.<strong>"To start you will cross your arms in a rejection and stomp on the ground for the beat. It will come easier with a little practice."</strong>She smiled and moved with him to guide him, her hands caressing on his sides, as she leaned close. Her hands moving his to try and show him the movement, but her bosom's brush on his back and to his arm as she leaned along the side was distracting enough. She seemed to catch on seeing his arousal standing at full state that she might not be using the best method to help him remember. Moving around before him she smiled, and then proceeded to act the part of the masculine partner, arms crossed and proud, refusing the request at first. Then moving to stomp firmly and take a step forth, hands moving from their folded state to rest fists at her hips, looking at him challengingly, before twirling and seeming to assume the feminine form, her figure kneeled, arms held up in a cup as if offering something to the other before her, twirling up and making a gesture in the air as if grasping a wrist, pulling someone up against her, she smirked.<br/><br/><strong>"It is a tale of convincing the powers to grant their aid, but to also play the roles to the point. The life in the ground will be reluctant to flow even under the caress of the early spring moon, the season warmed the sleeper has to be awoken and drawn to move, the reluctant dreamer pulled to the motion. Yet the power of the figure is undeniable, the petitioner's body in tight grasp at this point. Held at wrist, its up to the petitioner to lead it into a dance, the movement first a bit rough, but smoothing out to show the reluctant earth starting to yield to the wish, but holding onto the petitioner's wrist, a show of the fact that the rites have root in exchanges that often became much more."</strong>She brushed a hand underneath her bosom briefly, before moving abit back, and smiling at him, she started her own dance, to try and entice him to join her, to pull him into dance. Moving close, perky bosom shaking near him, her lithe, almost ethereal looking fey-like beauty so close, twirling like a sylph, graceful and like possessed by the wind, she smiled to him and moved to make the motions of the first petition.<br/><br/>The practice was hard enough without the perky bosom's sway, that tantalizing rump's display, the hairless mound of venus, the slender arms, the beautiful face and the gentle eyes watching him. She was a beauty with a grace to her step which drew focus away from the rites itself, making it harder to focus, and literally a fair bit harder in some of her gestures that were rather undeniably seductive. She might insist the rites didn't go that far anymore, but it was obvious that they had their roots in rituals that would likely end in sex.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Figuring that the roll deserves a fair share of failure but also figured I wouldn't try and dominate the scene with the little dance-rite I threw in so suddenly, so please feel free to come up with things on the spot if you feel something adds to things more, I have the broad strokes of things in mind but I am open to expanding the grounds with your ideas as well if you like. Nevertheless, figuring they'd have to practice again another time if his arousal distracts him too much, but also hoped to try and at least slightly convey Rosalyn having her trust towards him show, and an appreciation of his form, not being timid about his arousal either though not taking the initiative to initiate anything more intimate than the touches of the dance, yet at least.</div></div>