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The ballroom itself is a burst of dazzling light. Hanging from the vaulted ceiling are two gold-wrought chandeliers, both of which glow brightly over the occasion, and tall lanterns shine throughout the room.

The grand staircase descends with a flourish and opens onto the main ballroom. A balcony, which providing a clear view of the goings-on below, runs all the way around the edge of the room. It can be reached via any of the four spiral staircases in each corner of the ballroom.

Below, the wooden dance floor flickers gently in the light from above, and musicians in the side room play soft, classical music. Meg Giry, the dance mistress for tonight, is on the floor with a microphone in hand.

A low, wooden bar in the corner provides hors d’oeuvres and drinks to revelers; small tables for two sprinkle the area.

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"Well said."

Melpomene follows the steps in silence- one two three one two three- for just a moment before filling it again.

"So. Tell me something I don't know," she says, with a brassy smile that, somehow, isn't very well-hidden behind her mask.

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He smiles. "Something you don't know. Well."

He swirls her around and dips her, gently. The music might not call for it, but it does now, as far as he's concerned. "I love to play football," he says, while he's still leaning over her, grinning.

He brings her up, still more gently. "Now. I do believe it is your turn, my lady."

"How risqué of you." She laughs, simply, and dances on tiptoe so that her mouth is by his ear.

"Once, I danced naked in the rain, on the roof of my apartment." She moves closer, intimate and confidential. "And I liked it."

There's a significant eyebrow quirk as she takes a half-step back and returns to the rhythm. ~~And the mun facepalms, wondering who spiked the punch.~~

Arawn actually blushes. You might not see it because of the mask. "You seem like a very daring woman. I am afraid I am not so daring as you."

In fact, Arawn is quite old-fashioned, in a way.

"Really, it's a very liberating feeling." she says, with the sagacity of the well-imbibed.

She spins out beneath his arm and comes back in again. "You should try it at least once before the world ends."

He grins. "Well, if the urge to be completely unencumbered ever strikes me, maybe I shall try that."

He laughs and admires her form as she spins out. "You are a most lovely dance partner, my lady."

"You'll have to let me know, if I'm still around." She winks.

"And thank you. I do try my best." Her free hand returns, latching onto his strong shoulder again.

"With your natural grace and beauty, I cannot think you need to try hard."

He grins. "It has, I regret to say, been many years since I last danced."

Well, she is one of the nine, after all. They're supposed to be all graceful and... yeah.

Melpomene blinks. "Are there no opportunities or do you simply prefer to be mysterious?" she asks, playfully.

Arawn thinks a bit. "I'll go with mysterious. It sounds sexier."

He winks and twirls her around in a wide, graceful step.

"You're quite the cliché," says Mel.

"Tall, dark, and handsome." She looks solemnly at him with her head tilted as they go around.

He grins again and looks around. "But this is the best night to be a cliché, isn't it? If you've got the tall and dark part down, the mask takes care of the handsome part rather nicely."

"Yes, nights like these leave much to the imagination."

... she sweeps around sedately, pretending not to have said that.

"I'll wager that you have quite the imagination," he says.

Arawn is having too much fun, really. And to think he hasn't even had a drop of alcohol yet.

... and that simply leads to all sorts of interesting thoughts.

"It's sort of a job requirement."

"Job requirement, eh?" He grins. "If you didn't intrigue me before, you are definitely intriguing me now."

"Glad I could catch your attention somehow," she says, with a straight face, spinning again and returning.

He chuckles. "My attention is not that difficult to attract."

"Oh? Are you the easily distractible type?" she inquires, eyebrow arched.

"Not unless I have something to concentrate on. Once my attention is caught, it tends to stay where it is."

"Well, I'm glad you have focus," she says.

"I think I may be the same way."

"It's amazing how much in common we have," he says, grinning.

"Oh, it is.

"Although you're not bitter and sadistic and jaded. Are you?" She eyes him.

He eyes back. "No, not really. Though I have been bitter and jaded at times. But I couldn't sustain that long. You write a song about it and get on with life."

"Well, who do you think inspires the songs in the first place?"

She laughs. "I mean, the good ones."

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