"Oh." The Fairest's eyes widened and an appreciative smile slid over her face. "Why thank you Alec, just something in my closet." Mmmm keep it coming. The Winter's senses took in the faint smell of fruit of the man who approached her first. "I'm L'aire... or Sasha outside of the Freehold. Good to meet you."
And then another, a Metalflesh moved toward her and L'aire pivoted, the skirt of her dress swirled at her legs. "Thank you Marcus, and as I said to Alec, my name is L'aire." As she stood speaking to both gentlemen, her frame seemed in motion to whatever song she was thinking, yet she was not moving.
Then another quickly walked toward her. "My, my, I'm surrounded by men this evening." Quarter turning so that all three were in her sights, the Dancer looked to the Beast monkey. "No, I'm fairly certain I don't recall you." Her violet eyes widened a little, searching for his name.
Well, this could be an interesting evening. She couldn't help but soak it all in.
"You all caught me on my way to get a glass of pineapple juice." The Winter Dancer shook her head fake frustrated look on her face, easily deceived by the smirk on her face.