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iii. dancing
Kirra White Tigress
The way in which she glides across the ballroom floor is almost like a magick in itself. She twirls around a myriad of partners, an illusion of glamor and grace, not lingering for more than a minute. Never allowing even a whisper of a touch, yet close enough to trick them into believing in a trace of intimacy, she skirts around them with a dazzling smile and a flurry of motion. It's all a game to her, a game she's determined to play until she drops.
Better to remain relevant in the eyes of a stranger than to become stagnant in the arms of a lover.