[He gasps a bit at the strange way she moves her hips, not unlike what they do in bed. If anything it startles him, but slowly he warms up to the movements, returning them with his own. It is like the dancing that they do... horizontally... and Ezio laughs, grabbing her around her waist and pressing in as she does, matching her move for move against the music.
His hips are like liquid, flowing easily from one roll to the next, a well-oiled machine of muscle and bone.]
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His hips are like liquid, flowing easily from one roll to the next, a well-oiled machine of muscle and bone.]
I could take quite a liking to this dance, bella.