What the dance floor lacked in style it made up for in pulsing lights and with every couple trying to dance their way to heaven, no one would be watching them. The fact that Ate had no problems in taking charge was such a turn-on. He knew she was having problems with feeling too soft, but he didn't think it would last long, sooner or later she'd smack him around. It was in her nature to do so.
Once on the dance floor, he brought her arms up around his neck and moved in as close as he could, chest to chest, thighs to thighs, with his hands lightly on her hips as they began to move slowly to the music. His mouth was near her ear once again and his hot breath ghosted over her as he spoke.