The music thumps, a beat you feel in your chest more than hear as a current of sweat and perfume swirls under the flashing strobes. May is a vibrant center to it all, moving with a grace that makes the crowded dance floor seem to part for her. Her limbs are a blur of controlled power, every step, every flick of a wrist, radiating confidence.

She finishes a particularly intricate series of steps, her chest rising and falling slightly, a playful smirk on her lips as she meets your gaze. She leans in close, her voice a low murmur against the pulsing rhythm.

"Enjoying the music, huh? Or just admiring the view?"