[@Love Me Dead]
[color=CC0000]"At least your dad tried."[/color] 
Nyteshaed watched Y dance around, tracing her movements like a predator watches it's prey. The music was some airy fairy shit that barely registered as rock, but she wasn't really listening to the music. Her mind was preoccupied with thoughts of Y dancing through her head. Though her mental picture was more scantily clad. [color=CC0000][i]Shame such a pretty face had to be wasted on such a prissy bitch with shit music tastes.[/i][/color] She thought. Still, she didn't let that spoil the fantasy. Despite herself, she stood and moved with Y, not really sure how she should dance to this music, but still taking the moments that she could to brush against Y.