[i]Ophelia watched as Roxas became jealous of Mackie. His eyes turned red and he swore under his breath, though she could hear it. She raised an eyebrow at him and stepped toward him to close the space between them. Her body was right up against him, and he asked her if she would like to dance. 

[color=6ecff6]"I'll only dance with you if you say sorry to me for being jealous. You don't have any reason to be... Plus, baby, these eyes are for you only,"[/color] she said, her voice alluring and sultry. She was so unlike herself, her timidness seeming to have vanished along with the constant self control she kept up. Her hands trailed against Roxas's chest, and she grinned, pulling him to the dance floor near Jax and Morthos, who were still dancing like weirdos. Everyone was under the influence dramatically, except for Roxas. She wondered why for a moment but quickly the thought vanished. Even if Ophelia didn't plan to have sex with Roxas tonight, she knew the tension would be there. She did take Jax's advice seriously, but those thoughts right now were out the window. 

She grabbed Roxas and pulled him to her so her back was against his chest, and danced close. Most people would call this grinding. The music blared in her ears and the base was heavy and quick. Her high was beginning to peak as well, and she trembled again. 

Suddenly Jax approached Ophelia and despite the fact that she kept dancing, Jax said that Maise had arrived with her friends and that they should find Morthos a lady. She turned to look over her shoulder at Roxas, figuring that was a "wingman" type thing. Ophelia didn't even really remember that Morthos and Jax had some chemistry. [color=6ecff6]"This one's on you, Roxas."[/color][/i]