birds of a feather ;
Eventide sweeps through the illuminated halls, brimming with patrons whom arrive to the rendezvous set by that of a decorous host. Elaborate suits and silken gowns grab the horde of faceless masses, garnering viridescent hues to peer in admiration in each instance. Yet there is one that piques the intrigue of the petite actress. Of colourful apparel to match the brilliance of each strand of hair, it is no wonder of her captivation. Golden boots clink forward in a single step, compelled much like that of a moth to a scorching flame.
Magnificent, like that of a talented piece of artwork. Instantaneous is the impulse that seizes her, whimsical to her approach as if there was no other that his eyes should rest upon. Thus, she speaks with no discomfort, vocables nigh commanding than proffering a proper request. For, if it is any who might be given such privilege to dance with an artisan as grandeur as she, then it would be no other than he who is bequeathed such an honour.
❝Umu!~ A dance I desire, so a dance I shall obtain!❞ The declaration is made with a valiant vehemence, no queries to be accepted from the stranger swathed in a vibrant arrays of pulchritude. ❝Come, let us dazzle the audience with each prance! Their eyes shan't fall from such steps -- such poise!❞