Thread: Halloween on a Haunted Hill [Lady Grimoire x Acitar]

'Sylvia' had a good idea of what nervousness was, but the reasons for it she remained a little vague on. Did her chosen costume unsettle him, or was it more of her appearance in general? Was it the gender she had taken, or her tone, or attitude? The unexpected seemed to be one cause, based on how he reacted to both kisses--the initial, if brief, apprehension, coupled with those cheeks reddening further as she anticipated--yet she was certain it wasn't the only reason. She felt as though she was still missing something, perhaps she should change her approach some to learn more. Miles, she echoed, along with a tilt of her head and a wide smile. She wasn't sure that was a fitting name, and pondered another as she silently followed. Her grip was firm, if not, perhaps, a bit too tight. When she had first taken her form, she had shattered a glass from holding it too tight while acclimating. Although she had mostly overcome this issue quickly, there was still the occasional hiccup, and hopefully Miles' hand would not suffer too badly for it. She truly wasn't even aware how hard her grasp, but then she had only ever really held inanimate objects before. Although there were many things she knew, and could see, the future was not amongst them. Not used to such events, while Miles weaved through people, she more frequently bumped into them. One of the more drunken young adults she bumped into took exception to what she'd done, though he backed down rather quickly--a tendril of her will twisting his own, but to Miles, it would merely appear as her giving the drunk a hard stare leading him to apologise and wander away. Outside, she took a deep breath through her nose. The air was different. It smelled less of alcohol and sex. Not significantly less, but noticeably less for herself. She regarded those dancing for a time, hearing Miles' mention, before she turned her attention to him. Why? Is there something about you that others find discomforting? Retaking his hand if he tried to release it, she tugged him along as she headed for the more open area where others were dancing. The present tune was something with a more dance-appropriate tempo, the local band's cover of another band's song. Some were dancing on their own, others together, and those that were together varied from friendlier, to being... a bit more like blatantly dry humping one another. She pondered for a moment in jumping right to mimicking those women, but ended up picking out a pair that was far less obvious about it. Now, come on and dance with me, Miles, she said, her tone much more casual, suggestive, even perhaps, a bit sensual over how she had spoke previously. Grabbing his one hand, she pulled it behind her back, and pushed his palm right against her rear through the fabric of her dress--mimicking where the guy's hand on the other pair was resting. Then, she reached both her arms around his neck, entwining her fingers together there as she stepped nice and close and started swaying her hips from side to side with the music--kind of, she was taking her cues from the other couple--practically rubbing her body against his chest. Why do you wear those things, anyway? she questioned, of his glasses, uncertain the reason herself, while continuing to mimic the tone and mannerisms of one of the other girls she had seen to see if it would make him more, or less nervous. And, like, what are you supposed to be? she added, quickly finding herself disinterested with this new... tone, but, for the moment, keeping it up for sake of her tests.