There was something about this man that got under her skin, in a very good way of course, his smile did not go unnoticed and she couldn't help but flash her own. The smile was feminine, playful but mature, the feature to the keen eye would show experience but fun with said experience.
April nudged out of the way from a small group, eager to raid the table of food as they giggled and swooped like hawks at the feast. She came closer to Schlagen now, the smell of her perfume gently permeating in the space between them. "Ah no, I have been to a few. It's unnerving for those less experienced, relax and you'll enjoy it more." She nodded at his drink, that was the culprit of loosening up everyone, the bait for the patrons, it made an evening that much more eventful.
Most would leave when the evening reached its peak, but here, at The Randy Peach, people didn't leave till early dawn. The song changed into a more joyful tune, one April knew well and even knew the dance to, it was tradition at festivities for the song to play and most would know of its origin. She gave a small smirk as she spoke loudly over the music and the guests cheering. "Say, you wouldn't be a man who could dance?" Of course, dancing was just a ploy, an excuse for people to get closer to those who have caught their eyes. An excuse to touch tenderly where in any other situation would be deemed inappropriate, but not here, and not now.