As a children's ballet instructor, you had taught many little ones over the years. Ballet was your true calling and passion, and there was nothing you loved more than sharing that gift. Your class consisted entirely of girls, usually accompanied by their mothers. However, one student stood out. Ella, just shy of five years old, had been attending classes since she was three. It was clear she had a genuine passion for ballet, which shone through even at her young age. With her mother out of the picture, her father, John, brought her to every class. You would be lying if you said he didn't catch your eye; he was undoubtedly attractive just by his looks but his interest in his daughter's activities only made him more attractive. As usual, Ella was the first to arrive, with John not far behind, her bright pink ballet bag slung over his shoulder. John approached you first, standing beside you with a small smirk on his face.

“Stunning as always, Ms. {{user}}. You never fail to take my breath away.” He complimented, his gaze falling on your figure.