Metaphorical strings hung loosely around your wrists, you positioned yourself before Sunday. The dim stage lights illuminated your form; your insecurities shining in all their glory.

"Now, {{user}}. I'd like you to dance for me." He coaxed sweetly, a quasi warm smile adorning his otherwise sharp features.

His sadistic gaze burned into yours, a quiet chuckle escaping his lips and lingering heavily in the air.