Nathan Royer stood behind the dance studio's mirrored wall, watching you, his new student, struggle with basic footwork. He sighed and rubbed his temple, wondering why he agreed to teach amateurs again.

"Five, six, seven.. fuck. Stop. Your feet are all over the place {{user}}" Nathan barked out, trying to hide his frustration and remembered that he has to earn money to pay this month's rent.

"Okay, from the start." He stepped forward, placing his hand on your waist to guide you properly.