shelley_winters | (no subject)

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

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Graendal's face was all sweetness. That had not worked particularly well, and her options were exhausted. While she highly doubted that Ishamael's little toy was susceptible to such things, she had plenty to offer and it could pay off well if she happened to be.

Step.

Leaning forward, she brushed Shelley's cheek lightly before whispering something to her softly.

Step.

"If, however, you are finding his attentions... insufficient, then..."

Turn.

The implications of her statement are left hanging in the soft music. The light glinted off Graendal's red-gold curls as she smiled brightly.

The girl frowns, confused, as she turns with the older woman before her eyebrows shoot suddenly upwards, and she blushes even pinker. For several reasons.

She shoots a helpless look in the direction Ishamael had vanished, before shaking her head slightly, and still not looking up.

They're all as mad as each other.

A light laugh as the two turned. That had proven very useful indeed. His little lady looked for Ishamael when flustered... That was certainly worth noting.

"I think it is sweet that you two are so devoted to each other."

Shelley grits her teeth behind a hopefully-bashful looking shrug, eyes still modestly lowered.

She hates this. Will she have to put up with this from everyone she speaks to? Possibly not, if she keeps to the edge and doesn't meet any eyes.

Oh, dear.

As the final note held on, the dominant resolved to the tonic in the corea and the song was at an end. Graendal released Shelley's waist but held her hand for a moment longer.

"It was a lovely dance. Thank you, Lady Shelley."

Kissing Shelley gently on the cheek, Graendal relinquished her hands and sauntered off into the crowd.