Ophelia never knows where she stands. She's used to it, really.
She gets up, pulling him off of the sofa. "I thought it was. I'll show you."
She moves him to stand across from her. "You don't know the steps so I'll just show you."
She grabs a magazine to use for a fan. "We usually start across from each other and there's a promenade, where we would just walk in. There's usually three or four other couples around us. And the real part of the dance is when the couples move around each other."
Ophelia holds up the magazine close to her eyes. "And see, I can smile all I want but it's the eyes that do the flirting." She winks. "And if you don't particularly care for your partner, you can flirt with someone else as you pass by," she says, doing a turn around an imaginary person and giving them the eye.
She sighs. "Unfortunately, then it's all up to the men to seek you out. But...if you've done it right, they will."