DANCE : for one muse to ask the other to dance at a party. || @asaemi
live jazz music floats through the air of the upper ring club, the sound of instruments carried across the floor with a steady whistling tune. a young woman with long dark hair sings sultry notes that fill the dance floor, creating a thrum of energy in the politicians as they knock elbows with the businessmen. korra feels out of place here, amongst only the highest of society — it all feels like a performance and as if every face she passes has a hidden game they're playing.
though she supposes her and asami are no different. they are not here for a simple date night, after all. rumors have spread of local triad bosses working with cabbage corp, with plans to plant spies in future industries. intel had told them that their meeting to discuss terms and payment was set for tonight — right here at the club.
asami, seemingly noticing korra's discomfort, loops her hand gently into korra's and takes a few steps back, tugging her closer to the dance floor. " dance with me ? " she asks, her eyes sparkling with warmth, her perfectly painted lips turned up in a smile. korra grins, padding happily along after her and sliding her hands onto asami's hips.
" was this whole plan just a way of getting me to dance with you ? " she muses playfully, tenderly swaying from side to side. korra's more a fighter than she is a dancer, but it feels a little like airbending : moving with the wind. she spins asami to the tune of the music and lowers her voice to a whisper, " notice anyone you recognize ? "
