Spun in his arms, the bottom of her dress danced and pressed against her skin, heightening the sensations she felt. Various feelings went through her as she stared into his eyes. Leaning her lips forward, she is a scant breath from his own, before the corner turn the slant smile into a smirk. "I must be gone," she whispered, moving to spin herself away from him, her fingers slipping through his own. "I shall be back in two hours time," she announced, rushing off the dancefloor, dropping a card on the ground. On the card, her invitation for him to stick around was one he should keep close by.