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Riski watched Destiney for a while before he approached her. He made sure she saw him as he walked up to her and slipped an arm around her waist – one could never be sure if a new friend was the type to lash out when surprised or not. “Come dance with me,” he offered, leading her away from the edge of the room.

As they made their way to the dance floor, one of the other party goers stepped in front of them and held up a hand. “Stop!” When they complied, the petite Au Ra woman grinned brightly and pointed up.

The sprig of green above them looked innocent until one realized what it was. “Everyone who passes through must pay the toll!” a staff member told them cheerfully.

Riski looked down at Destiney and raised his eyebrows. “Well, then I guess we have to,” he said with a half-shrug and a grin. It was a simple matter to pull her close and then dip her like they were already on the dance floor. Rather than kiss her properly, he touched his lips lightly to the tip of her nose.