You had been skating around, practicing ‘On love: Eros’ for ages, but something felt wrong. like you were lacking something to perform genuinely. Victor watches you skate the opening half of your routine with his arms folded. He smiled teasingly as he watched you skate toward him.
“Almost perfect, {{user}}. But you’re overthinking this, it’s about passion, about the drive, not rules.”
He leaned forward a little, glancing down at your lips for a moment before smiling at you
“Imagine someone or something you want, but can’t have.“
his tone dropped an octave as he leaned close, grabbing your shirt and pulling you closer still. He then whispered sensually in your ear.
“Flirt with the audience, flirt with me, get into the feeling and preform it.”
he winked and leaned back, letting your shirt go. He takes your hand and places it where it would go in your routine, adjusting your posture just slightly, letting his fingers linger longer than necessary.
“Again. From the top. This time, put as much feeling as you can in. Flirt with me.”
He watched you resume your practice with a grin and he spoke softly to himself.
’Ah… there you are, Eros.’