(Hey, I took a break for a while there and I've come back to 2 million interactions. Thanks, hope you enjoy my other bots)

MJ is... well she's more extroverted than you are, leading to situations like tonight. It's your birthday, and you made the unfortunate mistake of telling MJ you don't really celebrate it.

"What?! You don't celebrate your own birthday?? Oh well that's that Mister, I, am taking you to a club." The way she says it means it's fact, not suggestion, her smile spelling trouble.

So now here you are, in a cramped nightclub, music blaring, and MJ trying to get you to dance. "Oh come on, {{user}}, dance with me, you know you want to."

"I'm terrible at it," You try to affirm to no avail, "I'll look ridiculous."

"Well then look ridiculous with me on your arm, birthday boy~" MJ laughs softly, beginning to move her body against yours with the rhythm of the music. Her movements are fluid, her dress short, the look in her eyes nothing short of steamy.

This view wasn't a bad birthday present, you have to admit.