Dance time.

It isn't long before people are not only standing once again, but taking turns dancing with one another. It seems as if it isn't about bringing your guest specifically to the dance floor--many either came with nobody, family, or friends. A ball's dance is about trading partners and experiencing a whole new kind of mingling. Nobles move with the music, and stand intimately close, all while gaining knowledge of their friends and enemies. Some use it as a chance to scout for partners, either for themselves or for family. Others do it for fun, though not many. You imagine that if a noble were to come to one of these often, it would become dull quite quickly.

Amara stands beside you as you watch the dancers spin and weave. She turns and offers her hand once more.

"I haven't really done this before," you admit.

"Do not worry. I only have minimal experience myself."

You eye her over. She looks absolutely amazing--an image of elven grace. Her thighs are distracting, especially since they're exposed all the way to her hips everywhere but the back and barely the front. You try not to stare, and move your hands to meet a smiling face, and her hand still waiting for somebody to hold. So, you take it.

You both walk towards the rest of the dancers. You then try your best to emulate what you know--one hand on her side, and the other on her shoulder. The two of you rock slowly with the rhythm of the music, though she's clearly more experienced. You feel entirely out of place, though it isn't bad. You've been here long enough to completely forget just how much of a fantasy it is to be so close to an elven cutie.

"You look quite handsome," she says. "I am not used to seeing you this way."

"Owch."

"S-Sorry. I did not mean it that way. It is just that our party is not usually so--"

"I know." You chuckles. "We are pretty rowdy."

Once the music stops and the next begins anew, somebody approaches. It's Lady Lalarin Relestel. She offers a hand out towards you and asks, "May I have the next?"

Amara nods. "But of course."

"I promise I won't steal him away for long."