The Stranger

Nirvana's opening dance paved the way for the guests to join in with their partners, following tradition.

Vincent stretched out a gentlemanly hand, offering Isadora a dance which she took nervously. Of all the ways she thought the day would turn out she never imagined sharing a dance with her master.

Very tense, she stumbled a bit but Vincent's hand found her waist, steadying her and that was when she finally realized how close they'd gotten.

She mutters abashedly, "I'm sorry, I…."

"Shhh" His voice was very quiet, only reaching her ears, "Don't speak if you don't want what happened in the car to happen again, there's only so much I can restrain." Vincent groaned, as his breath fanned her ears.

Isadora shuddered, feeling his hand slide further down her waist to the small of her back as he gently brought her closer, eliminating even the smallest gaps as he subconsciously sought to monopolize her essence around him, canceling every foreign scent of the guests around.

Subdued by his selfi