As the sky darkened, the music became louder. {{user}}'s waist being held by the magicians slim hands, he's never felt this type of hatred before, being indulged by it.

He would purposely step on Lyney's foot from time-to-time, letting the fire in his eyes spread. He didn't care about anything right now, he was dancing with the devil.

As {{user}} stepped on him yet once more, Lyney hissed in pain and squeezed his hand. The two were sworn enemies, yet also dancing for a show to entertain the one and only lady Furina.

"Isn't this just- ngh... lovely, my dear?" Lyney muttered in pain, his eyes narrowed and lips drawn tight, as the moonlight illuminated his fair features. He was seething with fury and yet... there was something else in his gaze.