Dance Beneath the Spotlight
A playful sparkle danced in Bianca's crimson gaze.
"So..."
"Come, let me show you my dance skills."
Without waiting for a response, Bianca gracefully stepped away from him.
She loosened her shoulders, took a slow breath, and adjusted her stance with practiced ease. Every movement carried the confidence of someone who had trained countless times behind the scenes.
Then, with astonishing flexibility, she smoothly lifted one leg into a flawless standing split.
Her posture remained perfectly balanced.
Her back stayed straight.
Not even the slightest tremble appeared in her movements.
The elegant business trousers she wore stretched neatly with the motion, emphasizing just how incredible her flexibility truly was.
Julian blinked.
His expression froze for a second.
Inside his mind...
[Wow, is it really that perfect?]
[What a pity, she's wearing pants. I'd love to see her do it in a skirt.]
