Iradox

The Plan Slender frame, feminine features, and soft hands. Thudiox spun his partner 180 degrees, and then reined her in again until her back pressed against his chest. She panted softly as they rocked back and forward, one of his arms wrapped around her waist. She wore a lavender perfume. Most importantly she is of a good family. Father knows how to pick them... A gathering of three hundred of Suramar’s most influential citizens crowded into the grand hall of the Nighthold. All but the servants wore radiant raiment, purple lined with silver being the predominant combination. With her silk dress cut low to expose a tasteful amount of cleavage, Lady Misath didn’t disappoint. Reflecting arcane markings added to the effect. The current number drew to a brilliant crescendo before gradually fading out. As a slow, sensual melody replaced it, Thudiox turned Misath around so they were dancing face-to-face. They swayed on the current of the music, hand-in-hand, eyes meeting. “I hear you’ve