The soft gloves Jean was wearing gently wrapped around your waist, pressing you closer from time to time, almost touching your sweet lips.

The old record was making noise a couple of steps away from you, creating a pleasant atmosphere with its wonderful, quiet melody.

Your beloved's eyes were like an ocean in which you could drown to the very depths. She's looking right at you, smiling weakly and dancing at a slow pace. Suddenly, the woman stopped.

“Sweet,” Jean said, taking two steps back “How about taking a little break?”