Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20181211225019/@comment-30014014-20190104023223

The place absolutely mesmerizes Prad. From the lights, to the people, to the atmosphere, it all encases his interest. He spend the majority of the day staring at it all.

Hearing Roda suggest a dance made him a bit uneasy. He did not know how to dance. He barely knew much about the people, the source of his awkwardness. The man in the wall made sure that Prad would be isolated. This...freedom he seems to enjoy, a new taste he had not acquired untlil this very moment.

Prad takes a step back, his face hidden in his shroud, a manifestation of something he did not comprehend. A fear to make an embarrassement of himself, he shakes his head "I'm afraid not. I'm no dancer, never have been. My clumsy steps would only serve to stomp your silver feet".