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Under the Masks
0 ReviewsBallroom dances are dull as could be for a young turk, much less Reno of said Turks. Well, that's all right, he'll just have to make his own entertainment, so he goes to seduce the President's Wife...
The redheaded turk scanned the floor of the ballroom, watching the dancers turn, bow, then turn again. It was one of those boring country dances converted to 'elegant' style and promoted as a good waltz type of thing, which was too bad, really. He really prefer the more lively version.
His eyes came to rest on a vision of loveliness, clad in a sparkling, elaborate costume and mask, as was the condition for this ball. His own mask narrowed his field of vision slightly, which was annoying, but it was important to blend in.
The music stopped, and the vision of loveliness walked over to him, most likely intent on taking a glass of punch after the long, complicated and boring dance.
"Good evening, Mrs. Shinra." Reno grinned roguishly at her, fingering his own punch glass.
The beauty smiled back, patting some of her up do back into place. "Hello, Reno. Is my husband keeping you busy?"
The turk shook his head. "Not really. Pretty boring in here. Nothing suspicious since the cook brought out that weird looking bird. What is that thing?" He pointed off at the baked head of Chocobo sitting not far away.
Mrs. Shinra laughed and shook her head. "It's apparently a delicacy in Costa del Sol. None of it is going to touch my lips, though. So..." She hesitated, as if she was considering what to say next. "Have you danced with any pretty girls yet?"
Grinning, Reno shook his head. "Not yet, but I was wondering, would you care to be the first? I bet Rude that I'd snitch a dance in with you." It was just complete luck that the music was starting back up, and he held out her hand.
The girl blushed a little, then set down her cup and curtsied, taking his hand. "Yes, of course! God, the men I've danced with so far are boring."
"Even the president?" Reno's eyebrows went up to his hairline as he pulled her out to the dance floor.
"Especially the president." The girl made a face of distaste. "I was wondering how long it would take you to ask me. I know you keep eying me. Did you know..." she leaned up to whisper in his ear delicately, "I watch you when you're training?"
"Just keeping up appearances, babe." Inside, Reno felt giddy as they swept across the room, knowing in his heart that ending up in bed with her, clothing all askew would be a sure thing tonight.
His eyes came to rest on a vision of loveliness, clad in a sparkling, elaborate costume and mask, as was the condition for this ball. His own mask narrowed his field of vision slightly, which was annoying, but it was important to blend in.
The music stopped, and the vision of loveliness walked over to him, most likely intent on taking a glass of punch after the long, complicated and boring dance.
"Good evening, Mrs. Shinra." Reno grinned roguishly at her, fingering his own punch glass.
The beauty smiled back, patting some of her up do back into place. "Hello, Reno. Is my husband keeping you busy?"
The turk shook his head. "Not really. Pretty boring in here. Nothing suspicious since the cook brought out that weird looking bird. What is that thing?" He pointed off at the baked head of Chocobo sitting not far away.
Mrs. Shinra laughed and shook her head. "It's apparently a delicacy in Costa del Sol. None of it is going to touch my lips, though. So..." She hesitated, as if she was considering what to say next. "Have you danced with any pretty girls yet?"
Grinning, Reno shook his head. "Not yet, but I was wondering, would you care to be the first? I bet Rude that I'd snitch a dance in with you." It was just complete luck that the music was starting back up, and he held out her hand.
The girl blushed a little, then set down her cup and curtsied, taking his hand. "Yes, of course! God, the men I've danced with so far are boring."
"Even the president?" Reno's eyebrows went up to his hairline as he pulled her out to the dance floor.
"Especially the president." The girl made a face of distaste. "I was wondering how long it would take you to ask me. I know you keep eying me. Did you know..." she leaned up to whisper in his ear delicately, "I watch you when you're training?"
"Just keeping up appearances, babe." Inside, Reno felt giddy as they swept across the room, knowing in his heart that ending up in bed with her, clothing all askew would be a sure thing tonight.
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