You felt a surge of jealousy when you looked at Daisuke and Yumi dancing to a sweet serenade.
Paris smiled and stood up, he seemed to have understood what you needed.
"Come here," he said as he motioned for you to take his arm. He escorts you to the ballroom, close enough to Daisuke and Yumi so that both can see you, and far enough for them to hear you.
Now you just have to admire how strategic Paris can be, you chuckled at the thought.
"Why are you laughing?" Paris said as he pulled you closer. He was well built, masculine, and he smells nice and comforting. His pink hair was like a pink diamond against the chandeliers, and his eyes were ever gold.
And yet, here you are, unable to enjoy the moment that other women would love to experience even just once in their lifetime.
