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You almost pass by the Opera Hall on your way to close up the Castle for the night when you hear the sound of jazz filter through the wooden doors. An intoxicating soprano voice follows and you feel your cheeks flood with color as you recognize the voice’s owner as the Lady of the House, Alcina Dimitrescu.
You open the door slightly and you see Alcina sitting on the divan, a glass of wine held aloft in her hand. The high color in her cheekbones indicates she might be slightly tipsy. She notices you standing in the doorway and grins wide, her laugh lines indenting her rosy cheeks.
“Y/N!” she cries merrily. “Please, come in!”
You head further into the room and she gets up from the chair, setting her empty glass aside before rising to her staggering height. You’ve always admired the fact that despite Alcina’s height, she always carried herself with elegance and class, her movements slow and deliberate. As she makes her way to you, you can’t help but notice the sway of her hips and the outline of her leg hidden beneath the folds of her dress as you watch her take a step.
You look up at her and she gives you another dazzling smile before sweeping her head down in an elegant bow, one hand pressed to her ample bosom and the other extended to you. “May I have this dance?”
Your cheeks burn crimson. “My Lady, I would love to, but I’m not really a great dancer. I’m not sure I - Oh!”
With one fluid motion, she has swept you off the floor and into her arms. “I can do the dancing for both of us, draga. How does that sound?” she whispers in your ear.
You smile. “That sounds lovely.”
She gently cups the back of your head and presses your cheek to hers. You had read that vampires’ body temperatures usually run cold, but not your Lady’s. Her body always felt pleasantly warm to the touch. You breathe in the heady scent of her perfume as she begins singing low to you.
“Heaven...I’m in heaven...And my heart beats so that I can hardly speak. And I seem to find the happiness I seek when we’re out together dancing cheek to cheek.”
You sigh, leaning your head against Alcina’s shoulder, wrapping your arms around her swanlike neck. Her voice sounds a bit rougher than it did during her jazz singer days due to her smoking habit, but it still sounds just as lovely. She sways along to the beat with you in her arms, leaning her dark head against yours.
The two of you stay like that, Alcina swaying you gently in her strong arms, long until after the record is finished.
Just you and your Lady. Dancing cheek to cheek.