wesley + ciri
So-called modern clothes had very similar airs to them of the clothing men would wear in her lands, maybe a little less detailed in the stitch but Ciri deeply appreciated the fit of the outfit he chose to wear. It was honestly one of the reasons he could talk her so easily into dancing. As soon as he turned around, she checked out the fit cut of his pant with deep appreciation.
Her black crystal embedded corset hugged her form over the short skirt. The mix of the corset, silver dust around her eyes forming her 'mask' and silver undertones of her hair easily captured the light causing an ethereal appearance amongst the crowd of the ballroom and dancefloor. She was a ghost dancing with the very essence of modern man. Two beings from vastly different worlds spinning amongst the crowd.
Enjoying the dancing and the varied music, Ciri had quite a few drinks in her already by the time Wes had found her. Coming off the dance floor, she held onto his arm, giggling the entire way to the water. "Cut a rug?" She was not entirely sure what that meant until he asked about Geralt or her grandmother. "Oh!" She laughed. "Neither actually. At the keep, I had a tutor of all things, and once I was out in the world I learned how to dance from the Rats." She smirked. "Geralt can't dance- unless he's drunk."