The thing Valerie hated most about dancing, especially in places like this, was the choice in music. She was raised on the Fred Astaire school of dancing - thank her parents for that, and this kind of music, this style of dance was about as far removed from a romantic waltz as you could get while still being considered dancing. Dancing close was nothing new, it was just that there was close and then there was simulating private acts in a public setting. Clearly, Amelia had no qualms about the modern dance, and before Valerie even had time to get over the poorly mixed sampling of two popular songs - just because they have similar basslines doesn't mean they should be mashed up, amateur DJ - Amelia was moving. Grooving. Losing herself in the boom of the bass and the reverb of the remixed vocals.

Valerie was dragged to the dance floor. Not in the literal sense, but her wrist was taken and her feet followed along. Her eyes scanned the immediate area. There was a crucial reason why cameras were off limits whenever Valerie was out on the town, and it was exactly for reasons such as this. The last thing she needed was some plucky paparazzi looking to get a raise by snapping a candid of a media mogul with her hands on the hips of another woman. Valerie's private life had thus far remained so, to the point that she made previous hook ups sign a legal document swearing them to secrecy or else a huge lawsuit would be in their future. The other last thing she needed was for the media world to know the details of Valerie Cartier's love life. Or sex life, as it more appropriately should be called. 

Everyone around was too focused on their dance, or on their partner, and Valerie took that as a sign. While it was true that she was an awful dancer, she doubted it really mattered. Most of the people on the floor would no doubt be laughed out of any dance studio. That didn't matter here and now. Valerie placed her hands on Amelia's hips and began to slide against the other woman's movements, her frontside bumping and grinding against Amelia's backside. Valerie had to tilt her head back to avoid the hair from slapping her in the face, and yet still she was pressed close enough that her breath could be felt on the other's skin. 

Valerie moved her body in time with Amelia's, rocking her hips in the same direction of Amelia's gyrations, all the while leaving her hands on the woman's hips. Her fingers pressed lightly into the skin, holding onto the woman as the two of them shared a dance. Valerie let Amelia lead, clearly she was more experienced with such things, but she was keeping up. For as provocative as the dancing was, Valerie showed no outward sign of concern.