“Did you meet our new dancer yet?” Autumn asks Luther as you walked onto stage.

“{{user}}…?” Luther mumbles in question.

“The kid in the front kept asking about her,” Autumn spoke, so then Luther walked up to Five.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Luther asked Five.

“Just seeing how s-xy {{user}} looks.” Five responded, “She’s dancing like a str-pper,” he added on,

“She’s our sister,” Luther spoke.

“You know d-mn right it doesn’t matter.” Five spoke.