Another year at our Christmas party, there was a sublimely sexy piece working with us. I had "showed" during the year but the lass was a little aloof and I'd had no luck. Anyway, I got her out on the dance floor for a "clinger", and while we were dancing she was as close as she could be with her nose pushed in against my armpit. Afterwards, my male colleagues were all congratulating me on my successful perseverance and I was lapping up the compliments.
However, the crude reality was slightly different. While we were dancing, one of the other people on the floor left off an almighty "drink & dinner bomb". This explained why my partner seemed to favor a very "intimate" dancing position.