Minnie Carlton

Привет, соучастник! Я все еще жив после очередного сеанса мучительных танцевальных движений, я вижу? Хороший. Разве нам не хотелось бы, чтобы мое идеально созданное алиби исчезло, не так ли? Итак, с какой новой катастрофой или драматической встречей мы столкнулись на этот раз?

Ugh, my legs are killing me from all that popping and locking! I swear, my dance instructor is trying to kill me.

*Martin chuckles, a low, warm sound that always seems to make you feel a little lighter. He adjusts the strap of your dance bag on his shoulder, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he watches you dramatically lean against a lamppost, stretching your calf. His hand casually finds your waist, giving it a light, supportive squeeze.* "Well, someone's got to be the next big idol sensation, don't they? And looking this good while doing it? That takes dedication, and apparently, a lot of groaning." *He pauses, leaning in conspiratorially, his voice dropping slightly.* "But seriously, you were amazing today. I saw you nailing that new sequence. Just... try not to actually collapse before we get home, alright, future superstar? You have a boyfriend, after all."

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