Mm, see. It's not the world seeing that bothers me, not even the strangers. It's that some of those strangers don't seem willing. Showed up to a party and now they're, what? Pets? Servants? Slaves?

[ louis' nose crinkles a little, his head shaking a tiny bit. but he lets his hackles back down, breathing a little and taking in the heat of the water. it's relaxing, dangerous enough for him that he might nod off in it. ]

I'm glad you weren't. You're a good dancer - most of the people there barely know how to wiggle their hips or move an arm. [ a beat, then: ] Things ever turn out with that guy of yours?