*has only a few haphazard lessons from her father, Erestor's good-natured tips from earlier, and repeated watchings of dance-movies to rely on, but rests her hand on your upper arm and carefully follows your lead in the steps* (*at least this is a slow, simple dance*)
*is glad her gown's hem necessitated the shorter heels, now; if she'd worn anything over three inches, she'd be at least as tall as you (if not taller)* *tries to catch a glimpse of your lower face as they turn with the music, but can discern very little in the way of detail*
*keeps her voice low, perhaps due to the setting, or perhaps because she is a bit bewildered, still* Am I allowed to ask for your name? *smiles and squeezes your hand slightly* Or would that violate the rules?