[ cinder doesn't edge back when nonon breaches more personal space. they're already dancing together, this closely, so cinder has no qualms. her expression seems content like nonon's words are lyrical, especially partnered alongside this music. wealthy. strong. these are all attributes cinder might find useful in the future even if the former might not hold much value here. cinder ignores the quip at her expense and nonon should be glad that she did. ]

Boys who hail from families of affluence hold no interest for you? How.... [ starts with a "g"... and ends with an "ay"... ] selective of you. So tell me, what kind of person did you always end up dancing with? Or was no one ever interesting enough for you?

[ how many hot black-haired girls do you know... oh wait... ]