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As the door swung shut behind her, Ivy paused for a moment to let her eyes adjust to the inky shadows and flashing lights of the club’s dance floor. She pushed the strap of her purse further up on her shoulder and reached down to straighten the very short skirt of her dark blue dress. There was a random splash of black sequins all over the dress, making it shimmer on her slender, but well-formed body. Her auburn hair was up in a mass of curls on the top of her head, with little tendrils springing free to frame her fine-boned face. Her blue eyes searched the crowd of dancers before her, but without success. With a little sigh, she walked around the dance floor and sat down at the bar, half-turning in her seat so that she could continue searching. The bartender, a tall man with black, spiked hair and a myriad of tattoos covering his muscular arms, came over to her and gave her a dazzling smile, and Göztepe escort bayan asked if she wanted a drink. She gave a curt shake of her head and proceeded to ignore him and his admiring looks. For the next quarter hour, she turned down dance after dance and continued to search for her late date, her icy eyes flicked around and around the room, catching and reflecting the flashing white and colored lights. Finally, after over half an hour, she gave up and prepared to leave, much to the displeasure of the lustful bartender, who had been dismissed time after time trying to sell her drinks. Opting to walk through the dancers for a more direct route to the exit, she was caught by surprise when someone grasped her wrist and pulled her into a fast spin, catching her by the waist when she stumbled a little. Turning around to glare up at the face of her impromptu Escort Caddebostan partner, she was startled to see that the top half of his face was covered by a black mask. She looked around her in confusion and saw that many of the male dancers around her wore the same mask, as well as the same dark collared shirt, slacks, and loose grey tie that this one did. He said nothing, only smiled and put a finger to her lips, silencing her questions. At that moment, the song changed to one she recognized; her eyes widened. She was a professional alternative dancer, and she knew this song’s choreography was difficult and intricate, with lots of changes in tempo and intensity. After all, she had been the official choreographer for this song at the last performance her crew had done. Nevertheless, she watched as all the dancers except her, her partner, the other Bağdat Caddesi escort men with masks and their partners cleared off the floor. ‘Do they know who I am?’ she wondered. Her suspicions were confirmed when her partner leaned his head down to whisper in her ear, “welcome, Miss Ivy.” It was the voice of her missing date, she realized, and she looked up quickly. Now she recognized him under the mask, and her eyes darkened in anger. But before she could say a word, she heard their first cue and gasped a little as her partner grabbed her hands and began to dance. She had no choice but to follow along with the dance for now, realizing that to make a scene would only grant her unwanted attention. As the song sped up in tempo, the pair whirled and spun, performing complicated footwork with dramatic precision. Ivy couldn’t help but be a little impressed by the obvious skill of her partner. When he’d told her to meet here, she hadn’t known he could dance like this… The beat in the song slowed and the dancers stopped their mad cavorting in favor of a more smooth, flowing rhythm. Masculine hands went around slim waists as slender hands rose to caress the faces just over their shoulders at an agonizingly slow speed.