12 [Location: Central/Josef's place] Party Post

[loveawkward]

Entrances had been made. The people of Taxon, some of them at least, had arrived. As the sun was setting and casting the room into shadows, the lights began to come up. Twinkling white lights on the balcony around the pool, mood lighting throughout the room to separate the loft into differing areas for different events. Light music played throughout the main room, though at poolside was a section set aside for dancing as well.

Pausing to overlook the affair, for a moment, Josef felt like he was still back home.

Well, minus the bevy of beautiful women offering up a vein at the snap of his fingers. He was still getting used to that loss, which hurt more keenly than most.

((ooc: Come one, come all. Feel free to set up your own posts or use the starter areas. Josef's place is a massive loft, with three separate rooms including a bedroom with an oversized freezer in it. There is also a rooftop pool area with a wide wall overlooking part of the city.))

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Not a threadjack, just another admirer

[threelivesdown]

This is unexpected, certainly.

Selina watches, the champagne flute held lightly in her hand. If she were going to make a list of things she thought she'd see tonight, this wouldn't have been on it but she's pleasantly surprised. There is something about the movements and the expression on Bagoas' face that calls her attention.

<3

[thepersianyouth]

For someone so short of stature, when he moves he seems to stretch for miles like the winding road stretching forever onward. He spins, holding on to the edges of his veil, making it stretch out like a sheer fan behind him; every now and then he'll catch the eye of someone, snap his hip forward in a series of rolls and pops that has his belly moving like a separate, living thing.

...almost as if to say interesting?

join me?

Or, in some instances, can you do me one better?

With the right account this time...

[threelivesdown]

Selina knows herself well enough to know she cannot dance - at least not like this. If there were a fight, she'd be okay. She can even handle a tango or two if the situation calls for it but this is something else entirely. It is rare that she feels envy but there is a spike of it as she watches.

She's very conscious of keeping her body language interested but politely neutral.

[loveawkward]

Pushing away from the wall, Josef moved to where Selina stood. "He's amazing, isn't he," he murmured softly, the words nearly a purr. "That he can even move like that amazes me," he admitted, glancing at her thought most of his attention was on Bagoas.

"Do you dance?"

[threelivesdown]

"Not like that," she says, still watching. Selina glances to Josef before looking back at the dancer on the floor.

[loveawkward]

Josef chuckled, nodding. “Neither do I,” he said, watching the sleek lines and sultry movements of the man before them. “I don’t think I could do some of those bends and twists if you cracked my spine to do it.”

And in his mind that was a compliment.

[threelivesdown]

"I'm pretty sure I could bend like that, I just don't think I could make it look so... artful," she says for lack of a better word. She's fairly certain, at one time or another, she has moved in those positions but nor for art and not for elegance, either.

[loveawkward]

For a moment that got her another look before he chuckled. "I don't think anyone in anything anyone might call modern times could do what he does with even a quarter as much grace.

[threelivesdown]

"You're not wrong," she says softly. Selina inclines her head toward Bagoas and then smiles toward Josef.