"I really don't understand, what do you see in him?" Bruce glanced at the blond man spinning around Hermione on the dance floor, his eyes flashing with incomprehension and disdain.
"He had skinny arms and legs that needed a woman's protection, completely lacking any masculine strength. In terms of physique, I far surpass him; in terms of looks, we're about equal."
Upon hearing this, Trillian almost burst out laughing.
She silently added in her mind, "You think you can fool the young master's face?" But she didn't say it aloud, instead jokingly replying, "To each their own, and besides, I'm not that sophisticated, so I can only go after Little Dog."
Bruce was speechless at this self-deprecating response. It was the first time he'd heard a woman explain her liking for greyhounds by saying it lacked depth, but her attitude couldn't be clearer.
Continuing to pursue her would not only be unseemly but could also displease Windsor. Although he was somewhat interested in Trillian, he couldn't afford to lose his girlfriend before things were settled.
"Since Miss Cui isn't interested, I won't force her. Have fun." Bruce gave up helplessly.
Watching his figure disappear into the crowd, Trillian chuckled softly, then turned her gaze back to the dance floor.
Just then, the music came to an end, and Draco, with Hermione, completed the final spin and stopped.
Trillian picked up her glass, downed the champagne, and muttered to herself, "Young Master is still the most handsome."
Moreover, the young master is no mere lapdog; his credentials have been verified by himself, Trillian thought with reassurance.
At this moment Draco led Hermione out of the dance floor, looking at the happy Hermione as they walked. "Honey, all that practice really paid off. Your performance just now was perfect."
"It's not that good. You've been guiding me the whole time, otherwise I would have missed the beat long ago." Hermione blushed at the compliment.
The two returned to their seats by the dance floor. Before they could even catch their breath, Trillian, who had been waiting quietly, leaned in, a pleading smile on her face, and said sweetly, "Young Master, it's my turn now!"
"Can't you let me rest for a bit? I just finished one dance," Draco said, leaning back in his chair.
"Dancing should be timely and appropriate. The music is just right, the atmosphere is perfect, and everyone is just right. If we miss this moment, the rhythm will be off. Young master, will you dance with me for a bit?"
Draco glanced at Hermione, who was in a good mood. Seeing Draco looking at her, Hermione teased, "Why are you looking at me? They invited you, not me."
Since his wife didn't mind, Draco naturally went along with it. "Just one, and you'll have to let me rest afterward."
With permission granted, Trillian beamed. Without waiting for him to invite her, she grabbed Draco's arm and dragged him towards the dance floor. "Come on, come on! The music's almost halfway through!"
Draco stumbled as she pulled him along, muttering, "This isn't asking someone to dance, it's kidnapping..."
"So what if I kidnapped him? I kidnapped you, young master! Anyway, I've already dragged you out, you can't possibly run away now!" Trillian admitted, continuing to pull Draco forward.
The two entered the dance floor. Draco had just assumed a standard dance pose, his right hand resting on Trillian's waist, ready to begin.
However, right at the start, Trillian fell off-beat and stepped on Draco's shoe. She quickly apologized.
"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry!"
Draco glanced at the shoe print, shook his head helplessly, and asked, "Are you here to dance or to cause trouble?"
"Of course I'm here to dance!" Trillian answered seriously, then once again misstepped and fell forward.
She crashed straight into Draco's arms.
Her chest pressed tightly against his, and in this position, her deep V-neck was fully exposed to him.
Draco glanced at it, inevitably glancing over the scenery, then quickly looked away. "Ahem... Don't look at what you shouldn't."
"Young master, is it good?"
Trillian looked up at him and asked with a smile.
"It doesn't look good," Draco said expressionlessly.
"Then why were you staring at me without blinking?" Trillian exposed him, her tone full of mischievous amusement.
"That's because... I'm visually inspecting the tailoring of your dress! You skimped on the material a bit, what if the seams can't hold up and it bursts while you're jumping around? I'm checking for potential safety hazards for you!" Draco explained forcefully.
"Is that so? Is it comfortable?" Trillian leaned forward even more, the distance between them practically zero.
"... What?" Draco asked, his face full of questions.
Trillian didn't answer, but just squirmed in his arms, like a kitten trying to find a comfortable position.
Draco's breath hitched.
I have to say, the feel was... amazing!
But Draco quickly regained his senses, reached out and grabbed her shoulder, pushing her away slightly, saying with a hint of warning and helplessness, "This is the dance floor. If I get aroused and embarrass myself, I'll dissolve our master-servant relationship."
"Young Master, you're too easily teased!"
Draco steadied Trillian's dance steps, spun her around, and said irritably, "Nonsense, a hot-blooded man like me, with a little Goblin like you snuggling in my arms—it would be a miracle if I could resist."
The compliment, "little Goblin," made Trillian's heart flutter. It was tantamount to Draco acknowledging her charm, and Trillian couldn't help but smile. However, she still refuted his claim:
"Liar—you managed to hold back in my room last time, so why didn't you lose control then?"
"That time was contactless! Can it be the same?"
"Oh~" Trillian drawled, "So, young master, you're the 'contact-limited type'? I'll remember that."
The music gradually quickened, Trillian intensified her attempts to create opportunities for physical intimacy. She pretended to be swept up in the dance steps, and with a spin, accidentally fell into Draco's arms.
Or, taking advantage of the moment when changing direction, he might intentionally or unintentionally brush against Draco's neck, or even deliberately slow down half a beat when walking side by side, letting his body brush against Draco's neck before backing away.
Draco, on the other hand, needed to remain vigilant at all times. Whenever Trillian approached, he would immediately sidestep, step back, or shift his position.
Make sure you can skillfully evade her "attacks".
The two danced back and forth on the dance floor, one advancing and the other retreating, one sticking close and the other dodging. From a distance, it looked like a role-reversed version of the Big Bad Wolf and Little Red Riding Hood, except that the Big Bad Wolf in the red dress was closing in, while the blonde Little Red Riding Hood was struggling to stay afloat, her face practically screaming "Help!"
After Draco thwarted another attack, Trillian pouted in dissatisfaction. "Young Master! Why are you always dodging?"