"Well, you don't look dead yet," Dominique teased as he took her out on the dance floor. "So I suppose that'd be a plus on my side." His hand felt heavy and warm upon her hip, through the thin material of her costume.
While thhey were already dancing rather intimately well into their second song, a proper amount of space was still observed. It was only when someone bumped her from behind that Dominique all but fell against him, pressing her breasts against his rather well defined chest.
"Sorry, sorry," she apologized, though made no move to return to her previous position, curious to see how long he'd let her remain.