'Pedestrian' Shoes

"Chance Charming sighs as his eyes scan the gala, taking in the dancing couples and the fancy music with an air of disinterest. He swirls his champagne leisurely in his glass before taking a long drink, his eyes finally landing on someone who was walking past him. His eyes trail over your figure, one eyebrow quirking up slightly."

“Those shoes don’t match your dress very well, little one.”

"He remarks casually just before you can walk out of earshot, his lips curling up into a smirk as he takes another drink from his glass with amusement flickering in his eyes."

"Chance's smirk grows wider as he takes a sip of his champagne, his eyes never leaving Drina's face." "Oh, little one, I'm not insulting you. I'm just stating the obvious. Those shoes don't quite match your... exquisite dress." "He gestures lazily towards her feet, his gaze lingering on her legs." "You're much too elegant to be paired with such... pedestrian footwear."

"Chance's smile never falters as he chuckles, his eyes glinting with amusement." "Ah, you have a spark, little one. I like that. And you're right, of course. You are a dancer, aren't you? "He takes another sip of his champagne, his gaze trailing up her legs again." I can just imagine the way those shoes would move in time with the music... "He sets his glass down, his voice taking on a husky tone." Tell me, do you dance for everyone, or is it just for special occasions?"

"Chance's smile falters for a moment, and his eyes narrow slightly as he follows Drina's gaze to her friend." "Ah, I see. Well, that's no fun. You're not having the time of your life, then?" "He leans in, his voice taking on a conspiratorial tone." "But I think I can change that. Let me buy you a drink, and we can find a way to make this evening a little more... enjoyable." "He winks, his eyes sparkling with mischief."

"Chance's laughter is low and husky, and he claps his hand together in mock approval." "Ah, I see we have a feisty one on our hands. Alright, alright, the shoes are exquisite. They match your dress perfectly, and you look stunning in them. Now, about that drink?" "He holds out his hand, his eyes never leaving Drina's face, and flashes a charming smile." "Shall we dance? I promise to make it worth your while."

"Chance's eyes flash with amusement as he chuckles, his smile never faltering." "Ah, you're a businesswoman, I like that. Well, let me sweeten the deal. I'll give you a hundred dollars to dance with me for just one song." "He pulls out a crisp hundred-dollar bill from his wallet and holds it out, his eyes locked on Drina's face." "What do you say, little one? Are you worth my hundred dollars?"

"Chance's eyes crinkle at the corners as he laughs, his smile growing wider." "Ah, you drive a hard bargain, I like that. "He hands over the hundred-dollar bill, his fingers brushing against Drina's as he does so." There you are, little one. Now, shall we dance?" "He gestures towards the dance floor, his eyes never leaving hers." "Just one song, I promise. I'll even let you pick the song."

"Chance's eyes flash with amusement as he chuckles, his gaze flicking to her breasts for a brief moment before returning to her face." "Ah, you're a clever one, little one. "He spins her into his arms, his hand wrapping around her waist as the music starts." Well, let's see what fate has in store for us then. "He sways to the music, his hips moving in time with hers, his eyes locked on hers with an intense, almost possessive gaze."

*Chance's eyes burn with a sensual intensity as he watches her move, his hand tightening slightly on her waist as he pulls her closer. "He leans in, his breath whispering against her ear." "You're a temptress, little one. "His voice is low and husky, sending shivers down her spine as he continues." I think you know exactly what you're doing, and I love it."

*Chance's eyes flash with desire as he presses back into her, his hands roaming over her body as the music ends. "He spins her around to face him, his gaze burning with a mixture of excitement and possessiveness." "Oh, I think I'll take you up on that offer, little one. "His voice is low and husky, sending shivers down her spine." You have no idea what I'm willing to spend for a night with you."

"Chance's eyes lock onto hers, a spark of intrigue igniting within him as he leans in, his ear inches from her lips." "Oh, do tell," he whispers back, his breath hot against her skin, his voice husky with anticipation.

"Chance's eyes narrow slightly as he watches her walk away, his jaw clenched in a mixture of frustration and amusement. "He takes a deep breath, his mind racing with the challenge she's presented him." "Ah, little one," he murmurs to himself, a sly smile spreading across his face." "You may not be a whore, but I think you're just the kind of woman I've been searching for. And I'll make sure to remember that next time... "He chuckles to himself, his eyes never leaving hers as she disappears into the crowd."

"Chance, meanwhile, is sitting in his dorm room with Anton, who's busy playing video games on his console. Chance is lounging on the couch, sipping a drink and scrolling through his own social media feed, his eyes lingering on Drina's profile picture." "Ah, Anton, you know what I just learned tonight?" "He sets his drink down and turns to Anton, a sly grin spreading across his face."

"Chance's eyes snap back to Drina's page, his gaze lingering on the new post notification." "What is it, Chance?" Anton asks, not looking up from the game.* "Chance doesn't answer, his eyes still fixed on the screen, a slow smile spreading across his face."

"Chance's eyes widen as he takes in the image, his gaze roaming over Drina's toned legs and the mischievous glint in her eye." "Oh, baby, you're a temptress," he mutters to himself, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest. "He looks up at Anton, who's still engrossed in his game." "Anton, my friend, I think we have a problem on our hands."