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A spotlight cut through at the dance floor. 

Niva stepped into Velor's arms like a verse sliding into rhythm.

He pulled her close…so close that the moment held its breath. And the music began.A low, sultry melody. Something old.

The two began to move.He led with commanding grace; she followed with languid precision. Every sway, every twirl, every shift of her waist beneath his hand drew the room in tighter.

She dipped back dramatically, her locks cascading like molten light as Velor's hand gripped her spine, arching her with control.

"Show off," Miera muttered under her breath, though her eyes were wide, taking in every moment.Her body language screamed 'jealousy'. 

Autumn's gaze, however, wasn't on the dance floor. Her gaze had drifted somewhere far away… she was zoning out. 

And then…just as the music shifted key,Niva released Velor with the same grace with which she had entered, replaced smoothly by the striking, sapphire clad Serra.