Despite her question, Cora found that suddenly she had a hard time meeting her friend's gaze. Maybe it was the drink that had caused this sudden shyness, but there was no way for her to really know the effect it had on her since she had never partaken before. She gripped the kitsune's shoulders tightly, wrapping her arms around the girl's neck to help support herself, which brought them even closer. The smell of Akane's fiery hair wafted into her nose; it was delicious, spicy and sweet smelling. Her dancer's muscles tensed beneath her soft and supple skin as she held the mermaid close...everything about her was intoxicating.

At Akane's question, Cora couldn't help but giggle and shrug, [color=00a99d]"I'm not sure, but I do feel kind of lightheaded...maybe its the alcohol Geralt made me."[/color] She would have loved to believe that this was the only cause, but knew it wasn't entirely true.

At the kitsune's second inquiry, she forced herself to meet her gaze, knowing that the redness in her cheeks was incriminating. That was a word she had heard Illyana use a long time ago, and for some reason it popped into her head now. [color=00a99d]"Oh, of course this is okay!"[/color] She found herself riddled with anxiety now, hoping that Akane knew that she hadn't done anything wrong. In fact, she had done everything right...including this. [color=00a99d]"You're the most beautiful dancer I've ever seen.I'm glad that--well, I'm having a lovely time, promise!"[/color] She smiled brightly, closing her eyes as she did show to flash her long black eyelashes.

Illyana, though she had accepted Aurel's offer, was still reluctant to enter the dancing area. One thing that made the girl uncomfortable over many other things was being looked at by others. She was glad, at least, that two other pairs occupied the space so that the attention wouldn't be focused solely on herself and Aurel. 

As they took their positions, she couldn't help but stare down at her feet. Of course, only moments into the song she did step on Aurel and cringed as she saw the action take place but had no will to stop it. [color=598527]"Ah, sorry!"[/color] she managed to exclaim in a whisper, a trait that few possessed but that Illy was a master of. She looked up at Aurel then, smiling apologetically, [color=598527]"At least my lack of muscle mass makes me light?"[/color] Normally, she would be more nervous...but something about the energy of the evening was causing her to feel comfortable and happy. Smiling came easier, and she found herself not as beaten up by her mistakes. Overall, she supposed that she was actually having a good time.

Geralt, meanwhile, had made his way directly to the drink station. He was reaching for a bottle of whiskey with his unoccupied hand but stopped short as he noticed that another Old Fashioned was already waiting for him in the bowl of cold water he had prepared. A small smile spread across his face as he picked that up instead, and turned back to the dance-floor as he took a small sip. It was perfect, but that was to be expected of the hands that made it. His eyes found Lucien on the dance floor accompanying Ivory as they swayed and turned to the music. His "free" hand twitched inside of his pocket every now and again to maintain the float he had put on the mermaid, but right now he only had eyes for the Nephilim and his dance partner.

The two of them made a nice pair, in all honestly. Both were incredibly attractive, delicately pale, with large luminous eyes. Lucien had slightly sharper features than Ivory, but she was a true beauty in her own right. He found himself torn between watching both of them...they were so talented and graceful, and wrapped in each other's arms they formed a perfectly balanced binary; the white and the black, the gold and the blue, the light and the dark...The only thing he'd want to see more was this same scene horizontal, but from what he knew about both of them he doubted this would ever happen. Oh well, he had his own fantasies to keep himself occupied in times of need.