((Ooh everyone what if something happened at the gala like some murder or something like that? To add more to the secrecy thing))

"So would would you like to dance with first?" Dorian asked. "Don't let him fool you he's a very good dancer." He said teasing Dexion. Well it was now or never. It was time to put on a show, he just hoped that out in the crowd somewhere they were filming the dance floor.

"Well, why don't you pick?" She chuckled, her hands on her hips as her eyes flitted over the crowd on the floor. "After all, the decision is based on who wants their feet to be trampled over first."

"I'll dance with you first." Dexion volunteered. "I don't mind." He said with a shy smile.

"That's one person who doesn't then." She offered him a hand. "Let's go then."

He took it leading her on the dance floor. Dorian flowed with another young woman who looked as if she was going to faint with excitement. The silver haired man expertly moved them through the sea of dancers managing to miss many of the times she went to step on him.

(Ps I think a murder would be awesome. Maybe somehow they all get framed?)

((Oohhh I like that!))

"So..." She asked after getting a hang of the movements. "How did you and Dorian meet?" She asked, a playful grin on her face as her eyes flickered to the other man across the floor. "You two seem close."

The man's face turned red from embarrassment. "He offered me a job helping him out when he found me on the streets. I didn't have a place to go so I went with him. He's treated me more like a younger sibling then an employee though."

"I can relate with the younger sibling thing. Well, I mean I'm way younger than him but I've worked with him before," she added, telling him she could relate with the ending part. "But that means he likes you. And he really trusts you with the job, I can see it in his eyes. You seem like a hard worker."