Dancing with a hot bimbo

A drunk bimbo came up to me and asked me for a dance.

Obviously, I found the request strange. Looking around, none of the girls were dancing, and even though there was music playing, it was very low so as not to disturb the conversations.

That said, the reactions around me were a mix of curiosity and excitement, tinged with tension, as if the women were expecting a fight to break out.

Charlotte, on the other hand, looked at me with concern, to which I responded with a sigh.

Perhaps the best way to handle this was to just dance. Seraphina naturally wouldn't show the slightest bit of jealousy, and with that, the girls would believe we weren't in any kind of romantic relationship.

Besides, I didn't know who this widow was. If she was someone important, I'd rather not upset her by refusing her request.

So I stood up, kissed her hand in an elegant gesture, and said it would be an honor to take her hand for a dance.