Somewhere Very Fancy; Off-Island, Friday Evening [12/29].

[chef_chocobro]

In his unending quest to reveal to Liliana that patience was a gift that would reap many rewards, part of his Christmas gift to her could not be fully enjoyed until this very evening. It had involved a gown, as well as tickets to the opera, and the promise of dancing the night away afterwards. His own suit had threatened to cause them to miss the performance entirely, but thankfully, that particular crisis was averted, the show did, in fact, go on, and Liliana had faithfully whispered to his the details of the more impressive visual elements....as well as whispered many other things that had absolutely nothing to do with the show itself, and much more to do with the way her fingers tantalizingly brushed against his wrist. It was enough to make him wish he'd skipped the propriety of proper opera gloves if not for the fact that he was quite sure the gloves themselves were the inspiration for those trailing touches.

And lovely as the opera had been, Ignis was eager to move on, and they finally arrived there at the dance hall, which he had been assured was quite astonishing to behold. The swells of lively music with sweeping cadences and the din of conversation layered over it was promising, but his attention was entirely focused toward the woman on his arm to gauge its suitablity.

[[ and for said shamelessly modded woman, and NFB for disance, natch~ ]]

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[deathsmajesty]

He had a great deal of skill at it, to be sure.

And he was right, she did like to hear it, just like she enjoyed hearing someone call her beautiful or deliver her some other compliment. She might already have known it was true, but it was always delightful to be acknowledged.

"I don't know that I have the same restraint, my darling," she confessed with a wicked grin, and began telling him a story. "This is just one way I've imagined seducing you..." She kept up her narration as they danced as easily as she'd kept up her description of the hall during their entrance. Her rich voice murmured softly in his ear, creating a very detailed account, eloquent and explicit, but without ever straying into the vulgar or uncouth. She adhered directly to the social contract of this place, and not a single objectionable word or phrase fell from her lips, even as she crafted a fantasy around them both.

The rhythm of the dance only helped, of course. Sometimes they were pressed so tightly together, she barely even needed to breathe out the words, hands lightly skimming over his back or chest before returning to position. Other times they moved apart- a spin, a dip, an extension of their arms before he tugged her back in, and she used those moments of silence to build upon the drama, just as he had done.

And every so often, one of her stories would be punctuated by a tiny golden pin being slid into the holder and then tucked back into his pocket.