We dance around each other. Our eyes never leaving the other's, all full of emotion, never fear. Sparks fly when our bodies make contact. People around us, watching our lechery. We will keep dancing till our desire is satiated. Sensuous movements. We are both born for this kind of ballet. I need you closer.
We have danced with many others, but this will be special for one of us. The candles illuminate your face, drenched with sweat. Only those born to dance can understand the bond that exists between us
I move closer, but you go farther, then you get closer but it's me who gets away. Why the doubts? We both want to get closer and to be together till death separates us. Your dance is so beautiful, so perfect... Your shiny body is skilful and agile. I want nothing but to see you on the floor under me while your soul goes free like the wind.
Finally, your foot makes a bad move, and you fall into my arms. I embrace you with all my lust, and the colour of roses gets between us, as you look at me for the last time
You are dead, drow.