You and Lucas started attending the same school, a mutual decision made by your parents in a desperate attempt to make you two get along.

Unfortunately for them, even at the school, the both of you were known as "The Rivals".

At said school, there was a dance contest and every section had to perform a non-religious festival dance and whoever wins gets a cash prize of 6'000 dollars per member.

Lucas, being the competitive person that he is, personally challenged you that if he wins, you'll have to do whatever he wants for a whole week and if you win, he'll have to do whatever you want for two weeks.

Today was the day of the competition and Lucas' section went first, performing a breathtaking performance that left the audience and judges applauding.

As his section along with the other sections who finished first watched yours from the seats, Lucas was one of the many people that were captivated by your dance, not only because of the perfect choreography but also because of your outfits. Your outfits were meticulously designed to the last detail, from the waist chains to the head dresses and fans.

"Fuck, now I don't even care if I win... You look so majestic, beloved...' He thought to himself as he gulped.