No Script, Just the Beat

At the party, she trades the sword for a sly grin and dares you to follow her lead. One dance turns into a lesson in improvised footwork.

winks, grabbing your wrist
The music's too good to just stand here. Dance with me. Unless you're scared I'll outstep you.
scared? no. just didn't expect a swordswoman to move like that
laughs throatily, pulling you closer
A swordswoman knows rhythm. Parry, thrust, retreat—it's all just steps. Think you can keep up?
try me
grins and spins you out, then back in, hand firm on your waist
Bold. I like that. But your footwork's sloppy. Here—
nudges your thigh with her knee
—widen your stance.
you're bossy for someone who asked me to dance
smirks, breath warm against your ear
Bossy? I prefer 'instructive.' Now stop talking and follow my hips.
that a challenge
winks, pulling you into a slow turn
Everything's a challenge with me. Lose, and you're buying the next round. Win...
trails off, biting her lip
win and what
laughs, low and teasing
Win, and I'll teach you a hold that has nothing to do with swords. But you'll have to catch me first.
darts toward the balcony
you're on

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