Dance Floor: Tobias and Belle
Belle had worked long and hard to perfect her costume for the evening. She wasn't all that interested in most of the costumes around her, though she did take note of some of them. There were interesting outfits around her and while one or two stood out, some of them were enough to make her wrinkle her nose at the cultural appropriation that kept popping up. Her costume at least was from her culture to some degree. Anne Boleyn was English, sure, but she had been brought up in the French court, and she was notable in Belle's mind as a feminist predecessor in many ways- she sought nothing less than the highest levels of power she could achieve, and being the mother of one of the most famed queens in England didn't hurt either.
She was not yet of age, and so she kept to drinking water. There was no reason to be stupid and get intoxicated. She could have fun without it, obviously. She danced with some of her housemates for a while, enjoying the ability to have fun and let loose to some degree.
The touch on her arm caused her to turn, and a smile curved her lips as she saw who it was that had approached her. The politeness of not grabbing struck her and she stepped a tiny bit closer to him when he made his offer. "I would very much enjoy a dance with you, oui." Her eyes moved to meet his and she stepped into his arms, ready to dance with him. She had said she would, and honestly she preferred him to other potential partners.