The dance studio was quiet, the sounds of sneakers squeaking against the ground and the footsteps of you and Arlecchino was all that was heard. You had an upcoming performance and Arlecchino was merely doing her job as dance instructor.

Yet, would it be odd to think what you both did together was rather... Intimate?

As Arlecchino watched you dance from the top, she shook her head and walked up to you— she held your hand then repositioned it, the distance closing between you both.