You tell her you're a big fan of hers

"Hi there Shailene. The name's John. I'm a big fan of yours, and I just wanted to come say hello," you tell her, the friendly-looking smile that comes across her face making you breathe a sigh of relief that that was out of the way.

"That's the nicest thing any guy has said to me all night John. You'd be surprised how often hearing "yo girl, let's hook up later" or "let's go have sex" or "I want to fuck the shit out of you" gets tiring after a while," she tells you, starting to laugh about all the men she has turned down over the course of the night.

"I've been over there minding my own business, so I saw you turn down most of them. You'd think I'd be intimidated after seeing that, but you'd be surprised," you tell her, the two of you sharing a laugh about that as she makes a beeline for the dance floor, offering you the chance to go with her.

"I'd love to Shailene," you tell her, grabbing her by the hand and letting her lead you out onto the floor as she starts to dance to the beat of the song playing on the sound system.

"You've got some pretty good moves there Shailene," you tease her as she bumps and grinds on you, the movement of her hips on the dance floor leading you to wonder how well she moved them in other places.

"HAHA. I bet you'd like to find out if I have them in other places, too," she teases you, her clothes pussy grinding between your legs and a small moan escaping from her lips when she felt your hard cock.

"Don't be embarrassed that it likes you," you whisper to her as the next song plays, the slow song giving the two of you the chance to slow things down as you continued dancing with each other.

It also gave you the time to decide whether or not it was time to throw caution to the wind and raise the stakes with her.