After the blunder made with Amy, Sebastian had all the horny drain straight out of his body as he became cautious and did not approach any more women.
He wondered questions like ' which sicko invited little girls to this event? ' and ' Will Shakuni let him live? ' as his mortal fears took over his excitement and he stood in one corner of the room shaking involuntarily with fear.
Beniogre, who did not realise that it was Sebastian behind the mask, one of her mortal enemies from the church of cowards which was eating away at her influence, approached him thinking he were Max, as the mistake that Sebastian made just moments ago, Beniogre was about to make just now.
As Sebastian saw a beautiful and curvaceous woman approach him, he could not help but look at the motion of her hips which swayed perfectly from right to left like a pendulum as he felt mesmerised momentarily by its rhythm.
" Gentleman, why are you all here by yourself? A dashing individual like you must have several dancing partner requests, why don't you take the floor and give one of those ladies a chance to have a good time " Beniogre said as she wanted to gauge Max's reaction to her words to test the waters and see how much he loved his wives.
If he replied along the lines of ' Oh no I'm married ' then Beniogre would be forced to use the innocent approach of forcing him to have a drink under ' honest ' intentions and taking the slow road while being flirty.
However, if he did not mention his wives and pretended to be single, then Beniogre planned to be bold and take the initiative to seduce him.
" I- I, I haven't been asked to dance yet " Sebastian replied sheepishly as he internally cursed himself for trembling even at this moment as he knew that it wasn't the most charming of actions to tremble in front of a lady.
Beniogre, who mistook his trembling as jealousy at watching his wives dance with other men, since Anna and Asiva were both cordially dancing with unknown men, laughed at his cuteness as she said " Come with me, we'll dance a dance that everyone will be jealous of- "
Saying so, Beniogre grabbed Sebastian by his hand and took him to the dancing stage as she aggressively pulled him towards herself and began dancing rather seductively.
Everytime her busty breasts swiped against his chest, everytime she breathed down his neck, everytime she squeezed his rough palms with her soft ones, Sebastian felt like this was a dream that was too good to be true as at that moment he felt like a true stud whose height had won him the heart of a maiden without even trying.
The more they danced, the better Sebastian felt as slowly but surely he rebuilt his lost confidence, becoming more and more bold himself as he grabbed Beniogre's hips and sneakily slid his hands over her voluptuous rear.
They had indeed become the centre of attention of the dance floor as it was rare to see someone as beautiful and extraordinary looking as Beniogre still be single and behaving like a deranged youth on the dance floor.
About twenty minutes after flirtatiously dancing, it was Beniogre who whispered into Sebastian's ears if he wanted to take this party elsewhere as Sebastian could almost not believe his good-luck as to how things were developing.
Naturally, he said ' yes ' as Beniogre felt even more confident in completing her plan, however, little did she know that she had been pursuing the wrong target from the very start and that it was too late for regrets now.
******
( Meanwhile Hazriel )
It took Hazriel about five minutes after Max entered the room to be sure that it was him behind the black mask.
As a woman who had spent countless hours watching him from the heavens she knew his physical habits, his arm posture and his habit of stretching his back and shoulders even if there was no imminent fight as his distinct characteristics.
A quick walk past him filled her nose with the scent of roses and lavender, a very womanly scent that someone had deliberately rubbed all over him as if to mark him as her own.
If she had to make a guess between his two wives, she would think it was definitely the first one who did it as in Beniogre's eyes she was the jealous and aggressive type from day one.
On the other hand, Max could somehow not stop glancing at her either and Hazriel noticed how his gaze was constantly lingering over her as she felt gratified by the fact that he felt as mesmerised by her as he did when they first met.
Although he made no moves, Hazriel could feel the subtle changes in his body to indicate his emotions as his body temperature rose slightly, alleviating the scent being released from his clothes as the increased temperature made it burn off faster.
As Hazriel slowly approached him, he felt the sharp gaze of a woman piercing her back, however, she paid it no heed as she stood face to face against Max and leaned in to whisper softly " Max? "
This was the moment of truth, she had hypothesised everything and thought about his identity critically. If this individual did not turn out to be Max but was rather someone else, then Hazriel's disappointment would be insurmountable, however, thankfully her instincts were right as not only did it turn out to be Max, but he also seemed to recognise Hazriel behind the mask as he swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said " Hazriel? "
Just that one word was a big victory for Hazriel as it was proof that she had never left Max's mind and that he was thinking of her occasionally at the minimum.
" My my, can I have the honour of sharing a dance with you? " Hazriel asked as Max blurted back " Yes " almost instantaneously as if it was a conditioned reflex.
Giggling, Hazriel offered her hand to Max who held it like it was the most precious thing in the entire universe as he led her to the dance stage.
