Go dance

"Let's go dance for a bit, shall we?" you say with a smile.

"Sure," Caoimhe nods.

You move into one of the dance rooms, where the music is loudest given the speakers that have been placed in there, and there's the most room to move about as all the furniture bar the beds have been pushed out. It's as expected, a dark room with a bunch of sweaty people dancing and grinding against each other. There's a few fit girls in their who seem to be dry humping anything that moves, and you see a gap to step in through and join in the fun. You feel your cock twinge at the girls, who are wearing the tightest shirts, the shortest skirts and showing the most skin.

"Come on, let's dance," you say with a smile, as "Shape of You" pops on the speaker.

You quickly begin to dance, moving your arms around and mouthing the words. Caoimhe stares at you. Caoimhe begins to move her arms around in a bizarre fashion as you raise an eyebrow.

"Are you dancing, or should I put something in your mouth to stop you from swallowing your own tongue?" you ask.

"Shut up," Caoimhe says, blushing as she stops her dance. "This isn't my type of music."

"Oh come on, it's not even hard for girls to dance! Just shake your ass, show some tit, and you're golden!"

"Well, I'm definitely not doing that."

You let out an exasperated sigh, as Caoimhe holds out her hands.

"Look, I'm sorry. It's cool if you just want to dance with the crowd, I'll just hang out in the corner. It's what I usually do."