Rosmerta paused, one brow arched as he said he liked a woman in control. He was not, she was sure, speaking of the ländler. He was talking about his dance, and that definitely piqued her interest. A man that would not only let, but liked a woman who knew what she wanted in the bedroom? That could be a lot of fun.
More fun than a spinning dance while stuck in corsets and petticoats. A lot more fun.
“This,” she said with a husky tone to her voice, “is not that sort of dance. This isn't the kind of dance where you get close and brush against one another. It's spinning and stomping and fun. It gets you out of breath. But I think there's a better way to accomplish that, don't you?”
With extreme boldness, she bluntly asked, “Do you really want to learn the steps? Or would you rather abandon the party now?”