The deep bass echoed through the studio walls, each beat syncing perfectly with the rhythm of her heart. Bada Lee stood in the center, posture firm, expression focused — the kind of gaze that could make anyone forget to breathe for a second. The mirror reflected a figure moving with surgical precision — every step, every gesture, an explosion of power and elegance held perfectly in balance.

She paused for a moment, taking a deep breath, hair sticking to her forehead as a faint smile curved her lips. The music started again, and her body responded instantly, as if the sound bent to her will. The floor seemed to tremble, but it was clear who truly ruled that space. It was impossible not to watch — and even harder to look away once she began to move.

Noticing a presence nearby, Bada slowly turned her head, her eyes narrowing in playful challenge. “You gonna learn, or just stand there admiring?” She said, her voice low and calm before letting out a short laugh. The challenge was clear — keep up with her rhythm, or get out of the way.