“Oh, no argument from me,” she said. “It definitely needs something. But I doubt it's going to be the dancing, unfortunately.” Rosmerta waved her hand at the people twirling away on the dance floor. “They do think this is terribly naughty. You see how they're facing one another, and his hand is at her waist? Oh my, the scandal that could cause should she dance with someone unsuitable!”
Rosmerta gave a mock gasp that turned into a choke when she tried to keep from giggling, because two matrons nearby were giving her the evil eye. She wasn't sure if it was because they'd heard what she just said, if it was because she was talking to a man unchaperoned, or because she'd dared to get her own drink, but it was ridiculously funny that such rules were even in place. She managed to keep it to a mild snicker that she covered by lifting her cup to her mouth. After a quick swallow of the atrocious stuff, she gave Anteros a smile.
“Even if you could talk the musicians into playing the music we'd need to dance to, I doubt anybody here would know the steps,” she said. “I could possibly teach you, but not in front of everybody. It would be easier if we could find a party... elsewhere. Like the country.”
She didn't want to say with a lower class of people, even though that was how those attending this party would refer to them. Rosmerta didn't believe that for a second. Country people were her people, and in her opinion they were better than this lot. She'd only come because she wanted to see the dance they were all buzzing about.
“I think there's a veranda if you want to learn the steps,” she offered, more out of a desire to leave the stuffy room full of stuffy, judgmental people than of a wish to dance. Though she was sure there had to be a party somewhere that was more to her tastes, she didn't know of one off the top of her head.