“Looks? I’m getting-” The daughter of Aphrodite abruptly stopped her sentence as she realized her voice rose a notch higher in something akin to panic, both in tone and volume. Alena’s gaze darted left and right, seeing how she was getting glances, looks that were almost glazed over in the case of one unfortunate couple. A sprinkling of red blossomed across the bridge of Alena’s nose and she quickly tore her eyes back to Devi, shoulders hunching slightly but nodding at leading. Of course she’d have to lead, if she was showing Devi how the dance worked. Trying to shake off the flustered feeling the redhead focus on what she was doing and took her companion’s hand, raising the other only to abruptly freeze.

While it was true this was probably the most modest thing Alena has seen Devi in, considering she only appeared to have one style of dress and this was that covered in flowering blossoms, it was still highly revealing. Especially around the back, which is where Alena’s fingertips would end up brushing against. A surge of emotion welled inside the redhead, her fingertips trembling lightly. It should mean nothing, considering they were just dancing together as friends do. Yet it still sent a rush of nerves and heat through her – not the least of which was reddening her face even further – and when Alena spoke it was no longer honey on her tongue but pure sugar and silk rolling off it in waves. 

“I...uh... Devi, I must...” Despite stumbling over her words Alena kept her voice low, knowing in her flustered state if anyone that wasn’t aware of her particular abilities heard they would be drawn right over. Even the low murmur was a risk!Honestly, she was lucky Devi could ignore it.

What Alena couldn’t ignore however, was when her vision seemed to darken for just a moment and a shiver of dread ran right through her like a glacier settling in her chest. Abruptly she straightened out to her not inconsiderable height, as she did so her hand firmly placing itself on Devi’s waist in a protective, confident gesture and actually pulled her closer. Rather than focusing on her roommate however Alena’s eyes scanned over the heads of those around them, searching for something indistinct that could’ve caused the feeling. She happened to spot the white horns of Hayley’s friend, glancing them over. Hayley seemed to be as red as she was earlier – must’ve realized what the waltzing entails? But aside from embarrassment didn’t seem distressed, that couldn’t be the source of the feeling.

It died down however so finally she gave her attention back to Devi, only for her breath to hitch as she realized what she had done, and felt the warmth against her and beneath her hand. Alena, daughter of Aphrodite, froze up at the fact she had a woman held not even indecently close to her. If her mother had any shame she would be feeling it right now; this is her human father’s fault.

“Dance?” She finally squeaked, raising the hand holding Devi’s into the traditional position. She didn’t notice how a passerby tripped over themselves hearing her voice. At the [i]very[/i] least, Alena was glad it was a dance she knew. That would’ve been embarrassing.

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