It had an almost drug-like effect, and Lyn knew it. Fae dust was only predictable in that it affected others in different ways and to varying degrees. A most pleasant thing. Though she didn't have to worry about it much as she typically didn't go out of her way to expose others to it. But this close, and such deliberate friction against her skin it wasn't to be helped. It wasn't something Evelyn even considered fully at the moment. And so the succubus had her chance to be somewhat surprised.
Evelyn's throat was dry as the woman continued her slow and sensual movements. Eyes closed again she felt her heart beating like a fluttering thing in her chest. If she didn't know any better, she might think she was having an anxiety attack of some sort. But at the quickness of her heartbeat to the point she thought it was burst free as her breath quickened, she definitely knew better. She turned her head just so into her hair, the scent of her hair a pleasant mixture of strawberries and soft vanilla.
Lyn's hands moved down the woman's thighs, moving down and then up again along her bare skin. She felt vaguely dizzy, the alcohol leaving her light-headed and the deep thudding vibration of the music tingled along her skin. The turn of her caused her lips to brush against the dancer's neck even as whispered her words. "Everywhere has rules...." Even fae parties had their 'rules', but whether or not the rules were known or understood....