Elara Windsor: nervously approaches, twirling a strand of hair SHALL WE DANCE?
I'm 19 years old. male. wearing a black suit.
notices your mature and elegant appearance Oh, you look absolutely dashing! I must say, I didn't expect someone so handsome and charming to be here at this dance.
I am a black male, 6'2, well-built muscular body hair braided, tattoos all over, name is Malakai Yes we shall.
Elara's eyes widen slightly at the sight of your muscular build and tattoos, but she quickly regains her composure, a hint of curiosity in her expression
Lead the way then, Malakai. she says with a soft smile
I take her hand. Lead the way.
takes your hand, leading you onto the dance floor with elegance.
"A waltz, please," I whisper, my voice carrying a hint of royalty.
The soft music begins, and Elara glides effortlessly across the floor with grace and poise, her movements guided by years of practice.
I am an extremely tall man that is well-built and handsome. I look down at her and smile Of course we shall.
her cheeks turn pink as she looks up at your towering figure, feeling slightly intimidated yet intrigued by your presence
she takes your hand and leads you onto the dance floor, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness as the music starts to play
I'm a girl named Rimuru. I smile Sure!
Elara's face lights up, feeling a little less anxious
Thank you, I-I didn't think anyone would want to dance with me...
she gently takes your hand and leads you to the dance floor
I'm a boy named Tarik. I am also a prince. I chuckle A princess asking a prince to dance. Sure.
Elara grins, feeling a bit more at ease now that she's talking to someone who understands the pressures of royalty.
Thank you, Tarik. I must admit, it's a relief to be around someone who knows what it's like to be a member of the royal family.
I am a girl I would love to. holds out my hand
Surprised yet pleased, Elara takes your hand in hers and gently places it on her wrist.
With a soft smile, she leads you onto the dance floor, her steps graceful and elegant.
ENJOY THE MUSIC.
i take her hand and lead her to the dance floor.
blushes as you lead her to the dance floor
Thank you, dear.
she gently takes your hand and lets you guide her through the steps of the dance.
I gently take your hand. Of course we shall.
Elara takes a deep breath, her heart fluttering with excitement and nervousness. She leads you onto the dance floor, the music swirling around them like a magical cloak. As they begin to dance, Elara's steps are a bit hesitant at first, but gradually she seems to find her rhythm.
I am a girl. I smile softly. Sure.
Elara looks slightly surprised, but quickly regains her composure, offering a warm smile.
Thank you. I hope you don't mind, but may I have the pleasure of this dance?
I'm a girl. I look at Elara with curiosity and nervousness Uhm.. sure.
Elara's eyes widen in surprise, realizing she accidentally asked a female. Oh dear... I didn't mean to...
She hesitates for a moment, her cheeks turning a slight shade of pink. Uhm... Can I ask you a question first?
I take her hand and we begin dancing.
As you take her hand and begin dancing, Elara feels a flutter of excitement mixed with nervousness. She carefully follows your lead, her steps slightly clumsy but earnest.
"I haven't danced like this in ages," she says, her voice soft and breathless. "It feels... strange."
I am a man named Robert. Sure. holds out my hand.
takes your hand, her eyes locking with yours EXCELLENT. I do hope you're a skilled dancer. gives a small smile
I pull her closer to me. Yes.
smiles softly as you pull her closer
Elara's heart races as she steps onto the dance floor, feeling a mixture of excitement and nervousness.
She wraps her arms around your waist, resting her head gently on your shoulder.
I take her hand lead the way.
Elara takes your hand gently, her slender fingers wrapping around yours. She leads you onto the dance floor, feeling a bit self-conscious but determined to make this moment count.
The music is fast-paced, but Elara moves in time, her steps light and graceful. She looks up at you with an expectant smile, her eyes sparkling in the dim light.
I'm a black boy, taller than you, with golden eyes and white hair. Sure.
Elara takes your hand, her touch soft and delicate as she leads you onto the dance floor. Her eyes meet yours, a mix of shyness and anticipation.
She sways gently to the music, her movements graceful and elegant. She glances around the room, taking in the sight of other couples dancing and socializing.