[Look at Gepard, taking ladies around the dance floor like a good little boy. His parents must be so pleased! Good little Gepard, finally talking to someone that they could arrange a marriage with. By the end of the night, his mother will undoubtedly be trying to arrange further little get-togethers with the more promising ladies of the evening, in the hopes that one of them will stick. Hell, if Gepard dances twice with one of them, she'll probably start arranging the wedding.]
[Gepard isn't even a terrible dancer, at least from Sampo's estimation. He's very regimented about it, dances on-beat like he's marching in formation, but he's certainly been taught what to do. Probably had it drilled into him when he was a child, exactly for situations like this. No stepping on delicate ladies' toes for Gepard.]
[Well! It's all fine and dandy to watch Gepard suffer through all the forced attention, but Sampo also wants to make sure that the good Captain's attention doesn't stray from the real prize here. All these little ladies might want to one day be the new Lady Landau, but they aren't invited to the real game-- Sampo's the one in the running for that, to be the only person who gets to bend the good Captain over a balcony railing. Or to get bent over himself, they'll see how the evening goes!]
[Sampo wanders his way closer to the dancers, slipping in between the other patrons without attracting their notice; he's good at keeping a low profile when he wants to, at being practically invisible. These kind of high-society people always just ignore anyone who looks like they'd just be a servant, below their notice. Their arrogance works out to his favor! And he wants to be able to get close enough to the dance floor for Gepard to notice him on one of his turns, so that he can give him another cheeky wink. Enjoy those dances, Captain, and all those pretty ladies who so desperately want to keep your attention.]
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[Gepard isn't even a terrible dancer, at least from Sampo's estimation. He's very regimented about it, dances on-beat like he's marching in formation, but he's certainly been taught what to do. Probably had it drilled into him when he was a child, exactly for situations like this. No stepping on delicate ladies' toes for Gepard.]
[Well! It's all fine and dandy to watch Gepard suffer through all the forced attention, but Sampo also wants to make sure that the good Captain's attention doesn't stray from the real prize here. All these little ladies might want to one day be the new Lady Landau, but they aren't invited to the real game-- Sampo's the one in the running for that, to be the only person who gets to bend the good Captain over a balcony railing. Or to get bent over himself, they'll see how the evening goes!]
[Sampo wanders his way closer to the dancers, slipping in between the other patrons without attracting their notice; he's good at keeping a low profile when he wants to, at being practically invisible. These kind of high-society people always just ignore anyone who looks like they'd just be a servant, below their notice. Their arrogance works out to his favor! And he wants to be able to get close enough to the dance floor for Gepard to notice him on one of his turns, so that he can give him another cheeky wink. Enjoy those dances, Captain, and all those pretty ladies who so desperately want to keep your attention.]