A Private Dance

[Xavier]

A masked man in a black outfit and a silver cape gently pushed the doors to the Dance Hall open. The "Phantom of the Opera" type mask gave the figure a sense of intrigue that he loved. He had the hood on his cape up to hide his hair, which would have clearly given away his identity. The man's gleaming, black leather shoes clicked gently on the hardwood floor of the dance hall as he walked toward the center, spinning around once and then stopping, a smile clearly on his face.

[Sealla (Retired)]

Stepping lightly through the doors, a tall woman clothed in a blue dress followed shortly after the man spun in the middle of the floor. The front was short, and the back was long, thus it had a flowing effect as her pretty heeled black shoes lead her to the man. She was also wearing a mask, a white one. But covering her beautiful form was a white cloak, as did the hood cover her hair – which was half up and half down. Her hands and lower arms were covered in a silken white material so not to leave any tell-tale signs.

As she became a mere two feet from the man, a gloved hand lifted to stroke his soft cheek. “You should have tinted your eyes, Darling.” Her exotic voice echoed in the room.


(ooc: here's the famous dress:

Except in blue than purple)

[Xavier]

The man laughed as he saw himself in the mirrored wall on the side of the room. His burning orange eyes gave him away.

"Oh...my mistake, m'dear," he said with a pleasant tone. The man gently grabbed the woman's hand and brought it up to his lips, kissing it silently.

The man then took a step back and bowed to the lady, one foot back, one arm folded in by his waist, the other extended to her, and his head tilted down towards the floor. He then rose.

"Care to dance, darling?"

[Sealla (Retired)]

Smiling brightly towards her mate, though a little uneased, she nodded. "Well, it seems as though you've answered your question with my hand." she replied.

With her free hand, she gripped the slightly short dress of hers and curtzied, bending her knees a little.

[Xavier]

The man got up from his bow and smiled.

"Indeed, darling."

He extended his hand toward the woman in the beautiful blue dress and put his other hand at the small of his back.

"Shall we dance?"

[Sealla (Retired)]

(ooc: GAH! I am so tired... I'll modify this post tomorrow when people are supposed to exist, not at 2am... sorry darling...
EDIT: Ok, now that I am mildly awake, on with the posting!)

Gently resting her tiny hand (compared to his) in his offered one, she smiled. “It would be a pleasure to dance with you.”<br>
Once she was secure in his hand, he lead them a little further on the dance floor. Tonight would be a night of bliss. Once they’d stopped, Sealla awaited the lead of Xavier, with a bright smile.

[Xavier]

(OOC: *smiles and kisses her on the forehead* That's fine, dear. Go sleep now. Talk to you soon.

EDIT: Now that you're awake and fully functional...ONWARD!)

Xavier bowed again, Sealla's hand still resting in his. Then Xavier brought that hand up beside them as he walked towards her, so that not an inch of space was between the two. Their bodies connected and began to flow as one. A pleasant tune began playing in the front of the room as the magic of the school began to work.

[Sealla (Retired)]

“Wow…” Sealla uttered as they danced. She didn’t seem to know how, but Xavier obveously didn’t notice. As they twirled and paused, she admitted, “You know, I’ve never danced before tonight…” her cheeks flushed a rosy red, but the mask covered it from view. Saved by the mask.
It was almost like a date. How she hoped this night would last.

[Xavier]

Xavier smiled. He wasn't sure if Sealla was noticing, but he was using a bit of magic to help Sealla dance. Just a simple little charm to give her feet a bit more...life. Xavier saw her cheeks change color.

"Embarassed that you're wearing that beautiful dress and dancing the night away, my dear?"

[Sealla (Retired)]

There was something different about her dancing, the fact that she couldn’t, and yet there she was with Xavier in the dance hall. At his question, she nodded. “I don’t wear dresses,” she stated, glancing down her chest, to her stomach, to her… bare legs. This wasn’t the usual Sealla.

“You see what you’ve done?!” she joked, “You’ve changed me!” with a laugh, she was dipped.


(ooc: ...into hot sauce!)

[Xavier]

Xavier laughed.

"Oh, really? Then what is that outfit that you're wearing so well called, hmm?"

Xavier twirled Sealla about the dance floor, performing graceful dips and spins with her. Their bodies remained flush together and Xavier laughed at Sealla's apparent complaining.

"Is that change a good thing, love?" he said as he spinned her about once more.

(OOC: Hot sauce? What do you mean? I'm confoooooosed. )

[Sealla (Retired)]

Poking her tongue out like a child, she smiled at his retort. “Just because I am wearing one now, doesn’t mean I wear them!” she giggled.

“Woah!” she exclaimed as she was being thrown around like a spinning top. She was loving it! “This is so much fun!” she cried.
“But I wouldn’t say that this particular change is good…. I’m not- woah!” she was cut off as he suddenly dipped her. They stopped for a few moments, Xavier holding her easily just above the ground. “-used to it!”<br>

[Xavier]

Xavier laughed.

"But you ARE wearing one now, are you not?"

Xavier continued to laugh as Sealla was caught off guard by the spins and dips that he was putting her through. The classical song ended and Xavier looked at Sealla.

"Want to try something a bit more...modern?"

[Sealla (Retired)]

Again, looking down on herself, she shook her head. “It’s... it’s… It’s a rubbish bag!” she joked.
But what caught her ears were modern dancing. She began to freak, and Xavier lost his grip on her shaking body. “Aargh!” she cried.

[Xavier]

Xavier chuckled.

"Well then it's a -very- beautiful rubbish bag, my dear."

Xavier panicked as Sealla flailed about. He managed to catch her just in time - one hand at the small of her back, the other at her neck - Sealla's hair pooling on the floor. He brought her back up quickly and laughed.

"Did the change in pace disorient you or something, darling?"