She looked up at him, her eyes wide. For every step he took, her own matched him. The submissive partner in the dance of feet as every woman should be, she didn't know where they were moving, until she found herself backed into the little dressing area.
Her mouth is taken, and somehow, she is surprised. She didn't expect to stir this dominant side of him with her costume. Then again, she didn't exactly think it out. But, she's not complaining, in the least.