Syra was a little more aggressive about it and kissed her back, using her tongue to tease Anastasia's for a moment and firmly grabbed the girl's ass and pulled away.  "I don't think so. I might be an Aasimar but religious following isn't for me. I Prefer my freedom from the machinations of other outsiders with too much time on their hands. Well one of them.." she winked and stepped away and stretched out, feeling better.<br/><br/>She actually felt like dancing but didn't know if it was an appropriate time for it; though she'd do it just to keep in practice.  Slowly moving into a motion, a dance; to a tune only heard in her head; moving in a sexually provocative manner, expertly moving her hips and playing up her features but the flash of daggers concealed in her boots would supposedly keep others away.  Even adding in small crackles, electricity dancing along her limbs and connecting her hands, then to her legs and sparked between them.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body"> I figure I can use draconic fist to spice up stuff like this:  Perform(Dance) check: 1d20a6 Result: 23</div></div>