[He was going to say something profound, something wonderful, but the hint of skin that's exposed leaves him speechless. When she pulls her zipper down, Sakamoto feels the words die in his throat.
Temptation is a cruel mistress, and while it would usually ruin the night, his thoughts aren't cloudy with the buzz of alcohol. Sakamoto steps back without warning, taking one of her hands and twirling her around so that her back is facing him. That's a dance move, isn't it?
And yet his other hand still snakes around her waist. He can feel the bass pumping too, so this time he rolls his body against her back, adjusting his pace to the rhythm.]
That you're good.
[His throat feels so dry.]
Ahaha! That you're, uh, a good dancer. 'Least, I think so!
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Temptation is a cruel mistress, and while it would usually ruin the night, his thoughts aren't cloudy with the buzz of alcohol. Sakamoto steps back without warning, taking one of her hands and twirling her around so that her back is facing him. That's a dance move, isn't it?
And yet his other hand still snakes around her waist. He can feel the bass pumping too, so this time he rolls his body against her back, adjusting his pace to the rhythm.]
That you're good.
[His throat feels so dry.]
Ahaha! That you're, uh, a good dancer. 'Least, I think so!