"Ah, this is what you would call a festival of both dance and harmony!" Elizabeth said in wonder, staring around the club.
Minato nodded, even though he knew that she was much too caught up to even notice him.
He had to put things in perspective, he reminded himself. Elizabeth never left the velvet room, so pretty much everything was a new experience for her. He sighed, remembering the little fiasco at the fountain when Elizabeth poured exactly 1,000,000 yen- around 10,000 dollars in America- into the water.
He could only imagine what that couple had been thinking as that occurred. After all, that was a lot of money.
"Tell me, Minato, do you, yourself, take part in the celebration of harmony and soulful movement?" Elizabeth asked, her eyes sparkling.
"You mean to ask whether I dance or not, right?" Minato asked, taken aback by the question.
Elizabeth nodded, still sparkling.
"D-do I dance...?" Minato repeated, a shadow falling across his eyes.
Elizabeth stopped sparkling enough to wonder what made him react as such.
"Do I dance...?" Minato murmured, shaking his head. "Do I dance...?"
"D-do you?" Elizabeth asked, temporarily unnerved.
"Sister, I'm a goddamn dancing champion!" Minato suddenly exclaimed, sliding onto the dance floor.
Almost instantly, an electronic-sounding tune started to play. So, does Minato dance? Hell yes he does.
It took them a while to realize it, but Minato was instantly the best dancer at the club. They formed a ring around him and fist pumped and cheered as they watched him go. Elizabeth was on the edge of the ring, and as impressed as she was, she couldn't help but be confused.
For instance, wasn't a pelvic thrust used as a means for sexual intercourse? How is it possible to dance in such a way? And since when was stripping your clothes in front of so many people appropriate? The questions bubbled inside her like people jumping up and down in her head, but it was too loud for her to ask anyone, much less hear her own thoughts.
Finally, the song neared its end. A couple twists here, and a final foot maneuver here, and he was done. Elizabeth caught him as he fell, dramatically, towards the floor.
The entire club cheered and screamed.
"Shall we participate in a much slower movement? One fit for a novice such as me?" Elizabeth suggested, meekly. Minato stood up, and looked around to find his jacket. He picked it up, and slipped it on, while fixing his tie and pulling the zipper on his pants back up.
"Sure," He said, shrugging as he lead her onto the dance floor. The DJ, in utter respect of the blue-haired demon, played a waltz.
