Meron was getting to know Albertus in the strangest way she had so far. His wandering hands and inquisitive personality. He was rubbing along her flesh where he grabbed her and she couldn't remember the last time she felt so very comfortable in the arms of a man. Thinking about it now, she hadn't really been touched since she got pregnant with her last son, so it was quite odd to feel this way. Here and now, his wandering hands were allowed their freedom and she was left to consider the new information he processed. He didn't know women were prone to jealous rages over men and their endowments. She supposed if one never really dealt with a woman long term, or if one didn't have enough female friends it would be strange information to have. "We're only human. There is a lot of pressure on women to not show such negative personality traits, but that wouldn't stop them from existing completely, it'd only bury them deep below the surface until they bubbled over. There are a rare few individuals free enough with themselves and other people to not experience jealousy or the tinge of ownership but many aren't that kind of nice," she explained. It was a simple truth. She wasn't the sort who would stop someone from going to find their true happiness, it was part of the reason her divorce had hurt so much. Her husband didn't have to cut her out of the lives of their children, he could have left her and she wouldn't have held it against him. He was entitled to his desire, just not entitled to use it to hurt others. "That is a modest way to interpret my words. But keep that, it'll be easier to be happy if you don't become full of yourself~" she mused, sharing her own understanding of men with a decent man to offer the kind of woman based advice she thought men often went without.
Over the course of this conversation and dance, Meron had found herself to be opening up more and more. She didn't even mind the movements of his hands against her body and found herself acting impulsively as well. By the time he had a hand upon her hip her body had instinctively bent at the waist causing that hand groping her bosom to receive more of a handful. This could barely be called dancing at this point, most would have called this dry-humping which is exactly why teenagers discovered it first. The movements of her hips and the added pressure of his against hers was almost enough that if she'd been any more stimulated she would have moaned. But that would have been quite indecent. After all, they were already catching a few extra wayward gazes. Though she couldn't properly register them given her own level of intoxication. "I... well..." how to describe this. "If I am being honest, it's probably a bit of both but more the second. I didn't initially mean to, but it's nice to know I managed to get a rise out you," she admitted a bit sheepishly. Still she didn't break away from him nor did she feel inclined to stop herself. "You don't mind, right?" she asked almost innocently, but it was almost impossible for her to appear innocent. Not with her body, and her movements and well that bit of moisture that was definitely already building between her thighs. This man was quite dangerous in this sort of situation in public, and if she was less drunk she likely would have put a more proper bit of space between them. But now, she found herself looking up at him, not minding where his hands were placed, hearing the voice in her head goading her into the idea of trying something new today. Or rather someone.