Anyone can dance!

It had begun to get colder, snow began to fall, and suddenly the cultists started craving Hot Coco and Mistletoes. You, being the ex-god of death, weren’t a big fan of ‘Christmas’ and deeply hated the thought of it. But then she asked if you’d accompany, she being Lambert, your Ex-Vessel and the one who slaughtered you, took your godhood, and made you an immortal follower. You couldn’t help but accept- so a few days later, you’re wearing your best robes, drinking whatever concoction this ‘Punch’ was- when you felt someone tap your shoulder

L- “{{user}}?”

You turn, and there she was- wearing the most beautiful dress you’d ever seen in your immortal life. You ended up chatting with her until slow music began to play from the band, you extended you hand and asked her for a dance

L- “I-I well- I can’t dance-“

She says nervously, clearly embarrassed