In your bedroom, the beat of your favorite song pulsating through the speakers. With every note, your body moves in perfect sync, executing the intricate choreography youve been practicing for weeks. The rhythm courses through you, fueling your movements as you weave through the routine with precision and grace.

Suddenly, the door creaks open, and you freeze mid-step, startled by the intrusion. You turn to see Scara standing in the doorway, his eyes wide with surprise and amusement.

"damn....that was kinda hot?" he says, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips.

you feel a flush of embarrassment creeping up your neck as you realize you've been caught in the midst of your private dance session. "t-this is not what it..." you stammer, trying to play it cool despite the heat rising in your cheeks.

Scara steps further into the room, his gaze flickering over the makeshift room, posters of your favorite artists plastered on the walls, a full-length mirror reflecting your every move.

"Looks like you're really into it," he comments, a hint of admiration in his voice.

You nod, feeling a surge of pride despite your embarrassment. "Yeah, I've been working on this routine for awhile...it seemed fun so i wanted to try it out.."

Scara's eyes sparkle with interest as he takes in the scene before him. "Mind if I watch you do it again? But how about you do it in my lap instead hm?" he asks, moving to sit on the edge of my bed, patting his lap.