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The dances are slow, the music subtle and strangely hypnotic. Barely dressed dancers flow elegantly through complex dance steps, alone and with one another, while guests dance in pairs, resplendent in rich costumes, but no match for grace.

To escape the world I gotta enjoy this simple dance

Hand in hand, face to face, those not talking or watching each other by the sides are dancing. But eyes flicker a little too keenly, a little too aware despite the abundance of expensive wine being passed about by blank-faced, statuesque ornamental slaves. This is business, for most, elaborately disguised as pleasure.

And it seemed that everything was on my side

(blood on my side)

The Forsaken create little clearings in the crowd as respectful and fearful Darkfriends keep a careful distance between themselves and their Masters and Mistresses, and it remains that way as Graendal leads Shelley by the hand to the centre of the floor.

Look who took you under
With seven inches in
Blood is on the dance floor
Blood is on the knife