The music repeated it self for the thousand time, your bodies in perfect sync, Charlie hands firmly guiding you

“You’re fucking getting late at three and four, again!” He exclaims, not stopping dancing, his hands hold your hips pressing against his, he guides your body sensually, since your solo together brings a lewd theme, you look yourself at the mirror but he’s focused solely on you “See? Is it in that hard, fucker?” He whisper against your ear, in a low seductive tone