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Bejei narrowed his eyes as he stared at Mia's tent. He glanced over to her and gave her a weak smile before he gestured for her to enter her domain first. He quickly glanced back where the large tent laid, but the man was gone.

"Humph..." He muttered under his breath.

He stepped inside and leaned against the tent, waiting for Mia to finish taking the make up off.

Mia took her blue and black make-up off and replaced it with plain colors that didn't stand out quite as much. Her eyes were a soft pink, and her lips slightly glossy.

She took her dancers clothes off and pulled on a cotten pair of pants and a thin white silk shirt. She wondered why Bejei had stayed outside instead of coming in.

Mia combed through her white hair and when she was done she pulled back the flap to her tent and stepped outside. "Bejei? Something wrong?"

Bejei glanced over at Mia and gave her a weak smile. Actually nothing was bothering him, he just wanted to let Mia undress alone. He hurt her already, and he intend to let her have her time alone.

"I'm ok. I just wanted you to undress without me there. Now what do you want to do? Anything... I'll be more than happy."

Mia looped her arm in his. She smiled at him for a moment as this look of thought came to her face. "Hmmm... Maybe we could find a nice place to eat? Maybe do a little dancing?" She poked him in the stomach playfully, a beautiful smile on her face.

"Eating is fine with me, but... dancing?!" Bejei answered with a unsure look on his face. "I don't dance. It's not my thing. You can dance for me." His hand moved down and took a hold of Mia's.

"Where to eat then...?" He asked while glancing around.

Mia laughed and squeezed his hand gently. "Oh come on, dancing isn't that hard... If you won't I'll teach you," she said, arching an eyebrow mischeviously.

"Where to eat... hmm... The first spot we see where no one is getting thrown out."

Bejei enjoyed walking hand in hand with Mia. It brought happiness to him, something he haven't felt for a long time. He didn't hesitate like he did so many other times. He would embrace her affection.

"Teach me how to dance? You're kidding right? I'm a warrior, and warriors don't dance." He nudged her shoulder playfully. "Besides, who would be afraid of me if they saw me dancing...?"

He glanced over one place and pointed. "What about that?"

Mia laughed and the narrowed her eyes on him dangerously. "I am going to teach you to dance..." she said and grinned afterwards. "Besides what man would turn down a chance to have his hands on a woman? or have her in his arms?"

"That looks nice," she commented as they walked towards it.

Infact it was nice. The inside was dark wood and had candles and lanterns that gave a soft glow to the enterior. There were tables around the room and in the middle there was a spot with a few people in the middle dancing...



Dryden watched as the girl and the man that appeared to be her boyfriend or husband walking into a resturant. His gazed watched her the entire time, feeling slightly captivated by her grace... He had to be closer to her... to know more about her.. He didn't know why, he just felt this urge...

Bejei kept quiet as Mia comments registered in his mind. Of course, he wanted to be with her. He wouldn't turn down the offer of dancing with her if he could hold her close. He just didn't dance... period or he didn't know how.

He walked with Mia into the place and found a table to sit at. He lead her there before sitting down.

"Mia, if it means so much to you for me to dance then... I'll dance with you but not publicly. I'll dance when we get back to the tent." He replied unsure of himself.

Mia smiled. It was so cute that he was emberassed to dance in public. She kissed him softly and took a seat by the window.

"Okay," she said. "What style of dancing would you like to learn?" A devilish grin came to her beautiful face. "Belly dancing? Ballet? Regular ball room dancing? Personally I would like to see you do a belly dance." She said in an amused tone.

"Belly dance? Ballot? Ballroom?" Bejei didn't know what type of dances those were. He just decided to pick one. "What about ballroom? Or a dance where both people hold each other and dance. Maybe, I could do that one."

He placed his hands on the table while he thought about it. He had second thoughts, but if he would please Mia by dancing then you would try it.

"One condition... if I don't like it then I won't dance again."

Mia smiled at him. "Deal, but I'm sure you'll like it!" she said and flagged a waiter over. "Ballroom has to be the easest time. All you really do is the same step over and over, well the one I'm going to teach you. I'm not going to get complicated."

The waiter came and opened his note pad. "What would you like miss?"

"Um... tea... and a steak... I'm feeling really hungry today," she looked at Bejei as the waiter addressed him.

Bejei gave Mia a sincere look before he turned his attention to the waiter. "I'll have soup since I'm not that hungy. Also I water only..."

He shifted his gaze back to Mia and stared into her eyes. He hoped the dancing would make him a more normal guy then what he really is. Maybe, more gentlemen like, and not so rough and rugged. He believed those types were the men Mia like.

The waiter brought there food and left. Mia began to eat, ready to get back to the tent and teach Bejei to dance. She was looking forward to it, because she found it ver amusing.

"Ballroom requires one hand on my hip and one hand holding my hand... and I have a hand on your shoulder and holding your hand. Its not that hard..."

Bejei ate very slowly, not wanting to leave yet to go dancing. What if someone saw him dancing? He guessed his reputation didn't really matter much. He's doing it for someone special anyway.

He looked up at Mia. "Alright, just after I finish eating."