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SILKY CLOTH SWEPT across the ballroom as partners with their dates, sliding along the crystal floor, the scuffle of heels clicked as the chandelier gave the room, that was dark, light - adding to the amorous mood in the air. The pair walked into the building, at the hip, ready to do what they came to.
"I have to say, I'm glad we did this," Stephen Strange whispered in her ear, "I've been meaning to take you out on a real date."
"Not a date," Wanda Maximoff's arm was linked into his, "The plan is to look like we're dating. We're just..." She didn't even know what they were, the weeks had been filled with endless cheeky banter and playful attacks.
"Friends?" Stephen sighed, he let his hand drift to her waist, his fingers gripped her curves tightly, "I'm afraid friends don't buy seductive dresses to impress each other."
"You act as if you aren't wearing a suit," Wanda reached out a hand to trace the edge of his collar, her fingers adjusting the hem gently.
He chuckled softly, a deep-chested laugh she could barely hear, "I didn't say I bought it, but thank you for taking the time to appreciate how good I look." Her green eyes skated his her body, still proud to say she wasn't disappointed but reptant as he caught her eyes.
She didn't mind his company, the smell of his perfume, the somewhat commodious musky scent drifting into her nose - excusing the fact that she could have known without asking, she just knew that he had gone out of his way to use spend some expense on tonight. The suit was tight fitting, a slick fabric in a pure white colour, tied together with a silky bow around his neck.
Wanda huffed, she rolled her eyes, "Thank you," she accepted the jacket ticket at the entrance, turning in the one they already had.
As soon as they were past the reception, they stood at the top of a large staircase, staring down at the crowd below. Classical music played at a high volume, people danced on the floor. It was an event for the high class, all the guest were soaking in elegance and wealth.
"Can you see them?" Wanda eyed the crowd on the dance floor, trying to spot their target, "I can't see them."
"Relax, Maximoff," Stephen told her as they walked past, "They probably haven't even arrived. Besides, the only place to spot a person on the dance floor...is by dancing."
