Lottie let Peitho lead. She often did, actually. Not in dancing, because they didn't usually dance this way, but in a great deal of other instances Persuasion was the one that cut the trail, and Friendship would happily follow. It was very difficult to resist Peitho when she wanted to do something, she could make it seem like such a very good idea, even when Philotes knew that it most certainly was not. But she could honestly say that she was never bored with her friend.
As they twirled and spun, Lottie clung to her friend, pleased with the warmth she could feel through the bodice of her dress. It was the heat that Peitho was putting out, a warm incandescence that Philotes liked to imagine was coming from her heart more than just her body. Though there was nothing at all wrong with er friend's form. In fact, she was appreciating that too.
With a little giggle, she asked quietly, “What do you think these people would do if we danced like we used to? Back in Greece?” There was a dangerous twinkle in her eyes, and her voice dropped even lower. “We could shuck off these stupid petticoats and these dresses wouldn't be much different than the chitons we used to wear. Think how freely we could dance.”
Remembering the way they used to dance together brought a full smile to Lottie's lips. When she was younger, and Peitho even younger still, the way they behaved was not as monitored as it would be here. It was not as heavily judged. It would not cause the scandal that it would in this place, in these times. Oh there were still rules, society always loved rules, but they could be bent, broken, and flaunted in ways that they couldn't now. And the one unbreakable rule that they'd adhered to, the one about hospitality and xenia, was much watered down and sometimes outright flouted these days. They could all use a lesson in what was important.
And with that thought in mind, heedless of the stares and whispers, Philotes simply leaned forward and kissed Peitho full on the mouth. Not a friendly kiss, but one shared by those that had once been lovers and would be again. And she did it without missing a single step in the waltz.