Akagalcia guffawed, taking Rave's hand and leading him to the dance floor as she spoke. "The Rock of Khaldewa did turnwise and thirtystep in a suit of ironglass. You and I might as well be naked."

So eager was she to leave her body to the melody that she let go of Rave's hand before they'd reached the dancefloor proper, fastwalking into the crowd. Akagalcia was [i]...not...[/i] an artful dancer. But she was enthusiastic, and somehow in the mad twirling and giration and thrusting of her arms, she managed to keep rhythm with the song. She whirled madly but never quite came close enough to bump into anyone. Artless... but at least present on the floor. By the closing chorus she'd formed a little entourage of amateurs just as unpracticed but eager, and they were all either singing or yelling along to the music in equal parts.

It drew some of Rave's attention to just how much hide Akagalcia was actually wearing. Her movements heaved with every motion, she'd not cast off any of her belongings, and she was building up quite the sheet of perspiration on her face, her already massive head of hair seeming to swell with new moisture. Then she froze in time with the end of the song, striking a pose and staring down at the dance floor which stopped flashing in time with the beat and went black. <Thank you for living. You have brought me some peace today.>

Akagalcia looked up at Rave momentarily to emphasize her thoughts with an earnest smile, then immediately picked up speed as the next song kicked into gear, a much more frenetic beat--and apparently exactly what Akagalcia wanted to hear.

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Whatever this was, it seemed much of the bar had been waiting for it. Everyone was packing onto the floor for what seemed to be the beginnings of a mosh pit, and the curtains at the performance stage--closed since they'd arrived--parted. Apparently a band was starting up their session. Akagalcia seemed none the wiser. She might even enjoy it.