Ivory could feel Geralt's gaze on her, but she easily ignored it, considering it was something she was used to. She wasn't about to let it bother her. 

[color=darkgray]"M'hm. I'm sure your type knows all about that."[/color] She said a little sarcastically, breaking eye contact as she was not interested in maintaining it. Most men indeed. 

Geralt raised an eyebrow and tilted his head, smiling amusedly as he took his seat once more and crossed his legs, [color=crimson]"Oh? And what 'type' is that?" [/color]

At this, the dhampir paused, glancing over her shoulder as she looked down at the Magician who had taken his seat. [color=darkgray]"[i]Philanderers.[/i]"[/color] She said, clear disdain in her tone. With that, she turned around and returned to the task at hand. 

[color=darkgray]"Play the music."[/color] She said, before wrapping her hands around the silks and hoisting herself up into the same shorter distance to perform the drop. As she flipped to her feet, her other hand smoothly grabbed hold of her skirt and swiftly reattached it as she began to perform a similar dance as before, but with a few alterations, making sure to incorporate the amount of silk she needed to extend to cover all of the radius of her skirt, while keeping in mind to attempt to cover more of the parts that had stuck out in her previous run. 

[color=darkgray]"What was off that time?"[/color] She asked once finished, cutting to the point.