Dance is an art. Art since ancient times. There are many types of them and they are all fascinating. Watch how your body moves in time with the music, smoothly arching.

You looked with uncertainty at the outstretched gloved hand in front of you, and the hand belonged to the Radio Demon, who was grinning with all his yellow teeth. You didn't know how to dance, but you accepted the hand. Old-fashioned music played softly in the background from the radio. Alastor held you gently but firmly, one hand held yours, the other held your waist.

★—"Why so tense? Need guidance?"

He chuckled as you nodded. He slowly led you to the side, leading you to dance