When the situation calls to be lively, it is important not to overdo it.
The king of an ancient Greek city had only one child, a daughter, and he wanted her to marry well: after his death a big change in city politics could make her miserable. Gentlemen were invited and they competed in sports, fighting and finer arts. Later there were only two candidates left, from Athens, and the king made a feast. One of the candidates called musicians to play and danced. Then "Hippocleides then stopped for a while and ordered a table to be brought in; when the table arrived, he danced Laconian figures on it first, and then Attic; last of all he rested his head on the table and made gestures with his legs in the air. Now Cleisthenes [dad] at the first and the second bout of dancing could no more bear to think of Hippocleides as his son-in-law, because of his dancing and his shamelessness, but he had held himself in check, not wanting to explode at Hippocleides; but when he saw him making gestures with his legs, he could no longer keep silence and said, “son of Tisandrus, you have danced away your marriage.” Hippocleides said in answer, “It does not matter to Hippocleides!” Since then this is proverbial.
One should note that in those times Greeks wore chitons, something like "one piece dresses", and underwear had to be invented...