Finishing his words with Aylin, Renolf turned to Sanora suddenly, her fork finally still on her plate. Giving Darius a sneaky grin, he held out his hand to Sanora. "I think my companion here had a bit of a shaky start earlier. With your leave, I'd be pleased to help her out on the dance floor." Winking to Sanora, with Darius' consent his hand took hers and drew her toward the stage where the hafling fiddler still played.<br/><br/>Reaching the open space and coming to stand there, he took her other hand in his, leaning closely to whisper to her. "Something a bit more risque might work better with this audience, Sanora." Leaning back to give her an eyeful of gleaming mischief, Renolf turned to the fiddler as he came to a pause in his music. "The Red Lantern, if you please."<br/><br/>An almost legendary tale of love and lust, The Red Lantern was a favorite among establishments where 'ladies of the night' frequented, both for the desire it inspired in patrons, and the gentleness it encouraged toward women. At the flare of the halfling's bow, Ren began by stepping back and pulling Sanora to him.<br/><br/>While Ren initially led the movements of their dance, he challenged Sanora to lead the pace and brusk of the dance, letting her exert control as she felt more comfortable and exhilarated with the passionate music the halfling played.<br/><br/>Sanora’s eyes widened when Renolf asked her onto the stage.  She stepped into the other man’s arms, back straight, eyes lit up with pride, chestnut tresses shimmering in the lamplight.<br/><br/>Then he whispered too her and her cheeks flared scarlet.<br/><br/>In spite of her flustered response too the dance, Sanora began with steady and ready motions, swirling her skirt high as she danced in and out of his arms, seemingly impossibly limber as he dipped her, lips ever so close.<br/><br/>Her flusteredness grew, though, always one step ahead of her, and she kept falling short of the excellence she was truly capable of.  When she spun into his arms, back against his chest, arm curled around his head, Ren ran the backs his fingernails down her sides.  For a moment, the fullness of her lower lips glistened pink and a sensual moan seemed about to resonate with every  heart who watched, but the virgin’s inexperience rebelled and she choked back a giggle half way through as she rejected the caress and what was touching her deeply became a tickle!<br/><br/>Quirking a brow at Sanora's giggle, Ren's eyes were a mix of frustration and amusement. By the experience she spoke of, and her clear flexibility, skill, and occasional confidence, she was capable of a lot... and she was falling quite short of it. Perhaps, he mused, they ought to practice in private, to help Sanora become more acquainted with and accustomed to different styles of dancing. Renolf couldn't help but notice that she seemed somewhat naive - or ignorant? - to dancing with a partner.<br/><br/>Though Ren could use Sanora's flustered reaction to their benefit, to increase how sensually the performance could resonate with the crowd, her ticklishness diminished the effect. Seeing as fingers weren't helpful in the slightest, he let the contact of their bodies and their eyes and lips do more of the contact.<br/><br/>While Ren had been planning a risqué dance, the performance become more theatrical instead, with the dance providing the steps and movement to the interplay between the two. Given Sanora's apparent inexperience, Renolf shifted control and provided the direction, guiding and seducing her on-stage as if they were the two leads of the story.<br/><br/>Far more used to interacting with more experienced players, Ren nonetheless infused their movements with romantic energy, taking on the mantle of the dashing rogue with eyes only for the lovely girl before him. The dance became a heady, hedonistic drawing of a man passionately courting a woman, culminating finally in a breathless kiss that Renolf delivered flawlessly.<br/><br/>*   *   *<br/><br/>Sanora gasped to wakefulness in the morning with the memory of last night’s dance fresh  in her dreams.  Her bosoms threatened too heave out of her shift, and her cheeks burned.  When he’d taken control of the dance last night, she’d found herself light as a feather in his arms, flowing like her melted heart and skipping like her boiling blood.<br/><br/>If he’d crooked one finger after kissing her, her innocence would have been his for the taking, and what a beautiful surrender it would have been!<br/><br/>“Father is going to kill me,” she groaned.<br/><br/>*   *   *<br/><br/>Some time later, Sanora had cleaned herself up and donned her usual blue dress with the mithril link bodice and the carefully placed colorful ribbons.  Her two expensive daggers were strapped to her arms beneath her sleeves in drop sheathes, and her flute was away in it’s case.  She stashed her belongings carefully in her pack and shouldered it, then placed her healing wand securely in it’s sheath in her black leather boot.<br/><br/>Making her way down the stairs, Sanora joined her friends.  She offered each a good morning grin, though she flushed shyly when Ren met her eyes.<br/>