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All the Right Moves

Tovec stood apart from the crowd, close enough that he would not be missed, far enough for a decent view. The hall thrummed with well-dressed attendees, all engaged in some mixture of motion and conversation.
“Do you see her?” Urabus sidled over, glass half empty, yet held perfectly level. Tovec inclined his head toward the middle of the floor, where a large cluster of dresses flashed with glittering jewels, laughter like birdsong blossoming outward. It was a shame that the women were so drowned in finery, so that even their beaming smiles seemed diminished. “What will you do?”
“Evor will be dancing with her.” Tovec replied as his friend sipped.
“And you? Can’t sit out again, it would be rude.”
“Simple. Cladia and I will take the same number position in line.We all move uniformly through the dance, never interacting, never crossing paths, always a distant glance away and never perfectly in sight or earshot. Thank God for structures such as these, and the people too stupid to see how we can make use of them.”

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