"Flatterer," she chided lightly and laced her words with an effortless invitation to intimacy. Clara felt neutral to the relatively new Lord, but the Danse Maccabre was just as much a masquerade as it was an endless waltz. Everyone had their part to play and she played into hers finely.
"Okay. So bad third date but I really like your car. Got it!" Clara let her body lean into his rough grasp. She gasped a little--the Blush had her running hot and the stark contrast of his icy grip made her recoil a little. A quick grunt was all she needed to stifle the instinctual recoil and, just as quickly as she pulled back, the Bacchante surrendered her arm to the Lord and kept pace with him. Clara drooped her shoulders and adopted the most thrall-like walk she can muster as they walked into the warehouse.
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