[Maul's currently dressed up in a suit that fits his red-and-black complexion perfectly. With even a pair of red gloves for his hands, Maul actually likes the clothes he's in for once when usually he couldn't give a damn about what he's dressed in. Still, despite liking his clothes, he feels uneasy in The Snake Den. The Sith Lord isn't one much for "fun" in the usual sense of the word, so he's been hanging off to the edges of the gathering. There's no way he's going to get up on stage even if forced at gunpoint.
When he's approached, Maul's eyes go wide with surprise before a green tinge that's from his Vileblood comes to his face as he blushes. For once, the self-assured Zabrak has been caught off-guard.]
Ah.....I don't know how....
[He confesses. The first time he'd ever danced had been last year in the Grady Hotel in Deerington when his lover and now mate Reaper had gotten him out onto the dancefloor, taking charge so that Maul didn't have to do much more than shuffle his feet along. He hasn't seen the need to indulge since.]
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When he's approached, Maul's eyes go wide with surprise before a green tinge that's from his Vileblood comes to his face as he blushes. For once, the self-assured Zabrak has been caught off-guard.]
Ah.....I don't know how....
[He confesses. The first time he'd ever danced had been last year in the Grady Hotel in Deerington when his lover and now mate Reaper had gotten him out onto the dancefloor, taking charge so that Maul didn't have to do much more than shuffle his feet along. He hasn't seen the need to indulge since.]