Would you like to dance?

She grins, a girlish smile and nods shyly. "I'd love to." You help her from the table and move to the dance floor which is a knot of writhing bodies, forcing her near. She's not an extremely skilled dancer but she tries and you have to admire that since she's obviously shy. As people bump into you left and right you begin to feel nervous. You don't really like being noticed by all these people and are beginning to panic a bit. As the song draws to an end, it's clear that you need to make your next move.