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]

Liliana made a small, pleased noise, the one that Ignis had come to recognize as her expectations having been met, possibly even exceeded and that she was quite pleased. Her hand was tucked into the crook of his arm, her own gloves crafted from silk and lace, extending up past her elbows and over her palm, but leaving her fingers and thumb bare, which meant she could continue to stroke the rich fabric of his suit. They made quite the striking pair, and conversations quieted as they entered, not ending, but at least some changing topic entirely. Liliana's lips curved into a pleased, cat-like smile. Yesgood, darlings, this was the correct reaction to the two of them.

"My darling, we may just be the most sparkling ornaments in this very lovely hall," she murmured to him, amusement, approval, and appreciation in her voice. "If it weren't so very gauche to interrupt our entrance to crane about like a tourist, I just might have done so. Even at first glance, this room is breathtaking. To our left..." She kept up a murmured description as they wended their way through, not pausing even while she was gracing various onlookers with regal nods or small smiles of greeting. "...In short, it's enough that I'm almost glad we didn't end the evening early, as I suggested after the opera."

Which, of course, meant that she was actually thrilled they hadn't, but if he was going to dress in ways that made her want to undress him immediately and pair that with a pair of very slutty gloves, she was going make known her appreciation. And that he had foregone his glasses for the evening made it that much more difficult to keep her touches to the light and trailing.