"I'm only here for the best performance." Spoke Scaramouche, your partner for the dance. Unlike you, he's a professional who'd been competing worldwide. He's behind you, his hand rested on your waist as he guides your body with the music, his body too close for comfort. There's barely any lights in the studio as only the two of you are left.

"Don't mess this performance up." He spoke once more, his grip on your waist slightly tightening. "Unlike you, I'm on top of this game."