When the lovely woman came, wafting an enchanting perfume and dressed to snare all interest, drifting from one dancer to the next until she reached Weylin, the Dark Lady only quirked a smile.
When the suave man entered, with eyes made of allure and magic trailing after him like a cloak made of shimmering stardust, mingling and flirting sweetly until he reached Nyx, the Werewolf only smirked into his drink.
In a while, they would go find each other again and have another dance. For now, it was just fun to watch.
Besides, this would give them more to gossip about while they danced.