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Mim chuckles softly as Onyx recounts his first dance lessons. "Then I'm happy that you're my teacher, thank you for being patient with me. I uhm, I really don't want to let you down when we get to the show. The whole audience thing is still a little scary. I'm not really used to a lot of people looking at me." Onyx seems like a natural, she's not quite sure how he does it, because he goes from a little shy, to seemingly effortless performance so easily. Meanwhile Mim gets flustered just thinking about being on stage.

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Onyx chuckles softly at Mim's sweaty, tired face; it's a kind, light-hearted type of a laugh, and the incubus' eyes show how relatable the girl's state is. The druid is not very hardy himself, so the first dance classes he took felt like a real challenge. Ah, looking back at those times, it feels like happening in the previous life. In a sence, it was Onyx's previous life. "Everyone go through this," the druid takes a sip of his water as well. "When I just started to dance, at the end of the ballet class, I was laying on the floor begging for someone to finish me. But, of course, the lessons were much more hardcore than our training, and my teacher was quite rough." "Tell me when you feel rested enough, so we can learn one more sequence before putting everything together and speeding up the tempo."

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It seems easier, once she's gotten the hang of the first move, which Mim has decided to call the hip pop. It's like she's learning how her body should move while dancing, and she's excited to notice she has a sense of rhythm. It's tiring though. Dancing is a very different kind of exercise than she's used to, and by the time Onyx announces a break she's sweaty, and out of breath. She takes a towel and flops down on the floor with Onyx, wiping her face and neck with the towel. She's never really able to hide her feelings, and while she is tired, there's also an unmistakable glint of excitement in her eyes. "I'm good!" She says, taking a controlled drink from the bottle Onyx hands her. "I get why my boyfriend loves it so much. It's really fun. Exhausting, but fun. I think I need to build up some stamina for it." Throughout the practice, and all their interactions, Mim has gotten more comfortable around Onyx, a little less nervous, and though her voice is still naturally soft, her speech is a little less halting.

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Onyx is secretly relieved that Mim is getting it right. There's not much time left for the training, so catching the moves quickly is really important to succeed. Sure, this Burlesque show isn't going to be competitive, but Onyx still hopes to perform well. He's a skilled dancer himself, and he can see potential in Mim. "You're doing great!" The incubus exclaims before moving to the next sequence. This one is even easier, the only thing is required is bending your legs to the sides, arms fixed in one position. They takes another twenty minutes to learn it, but when the druid announces a short break, there's a smile of satisfaction on his face. He sits on the floor, reaching for the towels stacked on the chair, and then wipes his face and neck a bit. "So, how are you feeling? Boosted your confidence?" Onyx asks, handing Mim an unopened bottle of water.

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"I'm okay." She's still not fully used to how easy it is to cast healing spells now, so by the time she remembers she can, Onyx has already helped her. "Thank you. That feels much better." She flexes her knee experimentally before she smiles at him and nods that she's ready to try again. They start off slow, Onyx showing her first how to do the hip movement that start at the knee, and when she's able to do that confidently at the right pace, they slow down again and add the arm movements. It's slowly starting to make sense to Mim. It feels nice, trying to figure this out and feeling the pieces fall into place. She smiles brightly by the time they have both the leg and arm movement at the right pace. It's only just the first move of the entire dance, but she's just a little proud of having been able to figure it out.

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Onyx shows the moves again, slowly and meticulously, commenting on the process. If looking close enough, the principle of this specific move becomes clearer. -# Onyx gives Mim an advantage of dex rolls

"Oh, are you alright?" Onyx's eyes go wide when he sees Mim hurting herself; it's not an uncommon thing to pull or twist something during the dance practice, especially with beginners, and yet, the incubus' heart still hurts seeing his new partner in distress. The least he'd want is to her becoming scared of trying again because of pain. Kneeling down, the druid brings his hand closer to Mim's knee and casts a simple healing spell; the 'light' magic always exhaust him more than any other types of magic, but Onyx is willing to use it right now if that will make Mim feel better. "Alright, let's try again, shall we? Slow and steady," the incubus smiles, getting on his feet.

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Mim steps forward to help Onyx up, but he's already straightening himself. "That's okay." She says with a reassuring smile. "It's uhm, a little comforting? I won't feel as bad when I fail at something." She turns towards the mirror and watches the moves Onyx shows. Dancing is really a lot more complicated than she'd expected. It's hard to keep all the limbs apart. She frowns in concentration, trying to follow along. It's good that she said she was going to fail, because that's exactly what she does. It's hard to keep remembering to move her arms, while focusing on bending her leg. At one point she straightens her leg just a little too enthusiastically and overstretches her knee. "Ah, shit.." She hisses in pain, then immediately blushes because she just swore before someone who seems very well behaved. "Oh, sorry.. That hurt.." She rubs her hand along both sides of her knee to lessen the sting.

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Catching Mim's shocked gaze, Onyx suddenly feels timid about transforming in front of the others. The incubus didn't have any intentions to show off, and he definitely doesn't want to raise suspicion about his level of skills in arcana magic. Overtaken by doubts, the man sways in his stance during the front lean, and only miracle saves him from landing on his face. He catches himself in time using his palms, while making a little squeak, and then straightens back, face flushed from both efforts and shame. He's supposed to be a dance teacher, not an awkward ox! His skills are awful today. "It's been awhile for me too; I haven't had the pleasure to exercise for several years, minus the easiest stretches. So, we'll have to learn everything together today," the incubus gives Mim a tensed smile. Hells, he should really put his efforts into nailing those dance moves. Taking a deep breath, Onyx turns to the mirror and prompts Mim to do the same. "The first sequence repeats to times, and you need to count to four in your head. Left leg is unmoving, and the left one works like a pump. Bend and straighten, bend and straighten," the incubus shows the movement slowly. "And the hands moves with the hip. Right arm raises when the right hip raises, and lowers when it bends. Why don't you try? We'll go slow first, and then pick up the pace as the concept will sink in."

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She's able to follow his instructions decently. Despite the harsh living conditions form before she came to Strixhaven, she is also relatively fit from all the years she's had to fend for herself in the wilds. Countless days of walking, swimming, climbing trees. She might not look like much, but she's stronger and more flexible than people might think from a glance.

"Right, confidence. No, I uhm.. I thought a short dress like that would look silly on me. But if you're sure." From the way he walks through the studio and stretches, it's obvious that he's competent, experienced. The performance is important to him. He wouldn't make her look ridiculous during it, that would detract from his show. Mim's eyes go wide when Onyx suddenly shrinks to be only a little taller than she is. "Wow.. That's impressive.." That's not any spell she knows. Then again, her magic isn't very strong, maybe she's just not powerful enough yet. She shakes the wonder from her head and joins him in the centre of the room, following his instructions to stretch out her limbs and back.

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It takes Onyx another moment to recall the spell- he's way too distracted today-, but as the right words come to his mind, the incubus transforms himself into someone shorter and leaner, and makes his bear disappear. "That's better," the druid nods in satisfaction. It would be a disaster if he failed again. Then, he returns to the stretching. "Here, repeat after me. We need to stretch out arms, back and legs first," Onyx proceeds to show one exercise after another.

"The more you practice, the easier it becomes," Onyx utters, pushing himself away from the counter and circling it to reach the center of the danceroom. "I also suggest giving the moves names. Something you can associate them with; that way, when you need to recall the sequence, the verbal series will come in handy." Raising his hands in the air, the man start to stretch his shoulders, already feeling how the basic physical activity is improving his mood. However, Mim's question catches him off guard, and the incubus freezes mid-lean. "Silly?" He repeats, straightening up. "No," the druid chuckles lightly. "I strongly believe with enough confidence and a high-quality costume, anyone will look good. Or did you mean something else?" He gives the girl a close look, noticing the anxiety and uncertainty in her eyes, and sighs softly. "Like I said, "the druid smiles at Mim softly, "it's all in your hands. If you put efforts and passion in this act, it will look fantastic. Trust me, a good look or an expensive dress does not guarantee that you'll get a high-quality performance; and vice versa, with the good moves and charisma, people will admire you even dressed in a potato sack. I mean, if such a giant, bearded man like myself is going to try it, you'll nail it definitely," Onyx's smile turns into grin. Then, as if suddenly recalling something, the druid utters, "Oh, about the size...I should probably do something with my looks, so that it would be easier for us to dance together. Give me a moment. Hopefully, I won't turn myself into a snail. Snail definitely can't dance."

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"It looks good.. I think I should be able to.. If I can remember it all.. I think." She clears her throat softly, trying to feel less awkward. "I didn't know the uhm, the dresses would be.. like that? I'm not exactly used to it.. These are now the most formfitting clothes I own." She chuckles, spreading her arms as a gesture to the clothes Onyx shrank down to fit her. "You don't think it'll look silly?" Perhaps it's a stupid question, but the dresses are sexy, and Mim considers herself very un-sexy. She doesn't want to spoil the performance by looking ridiculous.

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"It's alright, we're here for the dancing, not the singing," Onyx reassures, his eyes are still focused on the screen. However, as the ladies in the video take their coats off and finally start dancing, the incubus peeks at Mim, trying to guess what she's thinking about. The girl seems to be quite shy in general, and her rection to Onyx's failed spell was telling enough. The druid isn't a fan of revealing clothes himself, but years spent on being an opera actor taught him the ability to abstract from embarrassment and discomfort. He can't help but wonder now whether he'll be able to teach Mim how to do the same. When the video ends, the incubus turns to the girl, and noticing her smile, asks, "So, what do you think of it? Do you want to try learn one of the sequences today? We're going to do a simple stretch first, of course, to not injure ourselves. The 'coat part' is super simple, so we'll skip it and move to actual dancing."

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Singing? Mim? "I uhm, I don't know about singing. I've never really done any singing." Her natural voice is so soft, she's not even sure she has the volume to sing. "B-but I would try." Aspen really loved singing, who knows, maybe she'll be unexpectantly good at it? Her full attention is focused on the video. It doesn't seem too bad, she's not danced much, but the steps seem ea- oh the coats come off. She swallows and glaces at Onyx briefly, before looking back at the screen. Those are some short dresses. Her reaction to the crop top size of her tshirt might worry him. She's certainly not used to wearing clothes that revealing, neither has she worn heels before. It does seem fun though? The moves aren't anything that seems impossible for her to be able to do, since she's fairly limber. And the women on the screen do seem to be having a great time? If she does this, Aspen might faint. And that idea puts a smile on her face.

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"Right, so," Onyx rushes to the computer, leaving enough space behind the counter for Mim to fit in, "the dance isn't too long, and the moves are quite simple to learn. They mostly repeat, in sequences," the incubus explains, taking ahold on the computer mouse and quickly turning the video clip on. "At the beginning and the end, there are vocal parts included, but we'll just lipsync to them, I think. Unless you'd like to record them with me," the incubus glances briefly at the girl from the corner of his eye, trying to guess whether she'd be up to this idea. And if she's able to sing at all. When the song finally start to play, and the two women appear on the screen, dressed up in expensive, fur coats, Onyx falls silent, not wishing to interrupt the video or drive Mim's attention from it. The druid does not even realize he's holding his breath; it's very important to him that she likes the video. Looking for another person who'll agree to participate in burlesque event with Onyx might be tricky.

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Mim nods when Onyx suggests trying again, trusting that he knows what he's doing. Surely if he can make them this small, he can make them just a little bit bigger? "Wow, thank you. That's much better." These might now be the best fitting clothes she owns. The t-shirt long enough to fall to her hips, but slim enough to hug her slim frame comfortably. The sweatpants wide enough to move comfortably, but there's definitely no chance of tripping over them anymore. Mim walks over the the computer. "Yes, show me what we'll be doing."

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"Ah, I could-" Onyx stutters again, his hands twitching nervously, giving away the incubus' uncertainty about his next words. What if he mess up with the incantation again? Isn't it not enough embarrassment for one day? "I could try to give them less restricting shape. I just need to..." the man takes a deep breath in and out, trying to calm himself, "...try it again." This time, when the man cast the spell, the right words come easily. Mim's clothes enlarges, until they fit perfectly; not too tight, but not too loose. Breathing out in relief, Onyx smiles at the girl weakly and utters, "Great. This time it worked. Now, are you ready to watch the video clip?" The incubus asks, pointing at the computer standing at the manager counter. "I already plugged in the flesh drive."

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Mim looks down at her outfit at Onyx's first comment. It really is way too big. "They're Aspen's, they're a lot taller than I am. The shirt is actually an old one that they grew out of." She stays quiet while Onyx things, she's not familiar with whatever type of spell they're trying to cast, so the last think she wants to do is distract him. When he casts, and the cloud of dust dissipates, she feels so.. constricted? Mim's clothes are usually at least a size too big. A consequence of being short, too thin, and having to rely on thrift stores for her clothes because of lack of money. As a result, she's so very rarely worn tight, formfitting clothes. Her hands fly to her exposed midriff when she realises how short her shirt is now, her cheeks flushing. It's not that she's embarrassed about what her body looks like. It doesn't really matter to her, it's been able to keep her alive all those years in the wilds, on the streets. She's just convinced there's no reason people could think it attractive. "It's okay." She tries to reassure the mortified Onyx as she tries to pull the shirt down further. "I- uhm, are they just, like this now? Do they turn back? You definitely don't have to buy me anything." Aspen probably won't even miss the sweatpants, considering they were in her room with Luna, and they haven't been there since she basically moved into their dorm.

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"Great!" Onyx raises to his feet, looking quite enthusiastic to finally begin the training. However, noticing Mim's baggy clothes, the incubus pauses, a tiny, indulgent smile appearing on his lips. "Oh, you weren't wrong when you said these clothes would be big on you. But I'll try to fix it. After all, I'd hate you to trip over you pant leg and injure yourself. That's not how the first lesson should go." The man raises his hands in the air, ready to read the incantation, only to suddenly realize that he can’t recall the right words. This week has been so wild for Onyx his brain seemingly turned into mush. "G-give me a second," the incubus stutters, frowning. An irritation rises in his chest at the fact that he, a hundred-years-old incubus cannot recall a simple spell. With a quiet growl, the man takes a deep breath, and focusing on what seems to be the right incantation, releases his magic. A cloud of sparkling dust covers Mim's form for a moment, and when it finally dissapears, Onyx can see that...the girl's clothes shrinked to the point her t-shirt became a crop top, and her sweatpants looks as tight as leggings, showing off Mim's ankles. "Oh, shit! I mean-" Onyx presses a hand to his mouth, his pink eyes widening in horror. How could he mess up such a simple spell? "Hells, that wasn’t what I intended to do, they shouldn't be so small! I-I buy you new clothes, alright? I'm so sorry," the incubus blurts our, approaching the girl with the look of kicked puppy. Onyx can't help but hate himself in that moment; he ruined the first expression, he ruined a person's outfit...What a failure he is. "I'm usually not that bad with magic...I don't know what is wrong with me today. Or, this week," the druid says quietly. Is this how this dance practice will go, him failing to do anything right?

Mim is a little later, she did have to run up 6 flights of stairs after all. She comes dressed in the comfortable clothes. The pants obviously belong to someone much larger than she. It's bunched around her waist hilariously, and the pantlegs are rolled up so she doesn't trip over them. Her shirt is also on the larger side, and has a print of a space cat on it. She looks a little like she's drowning in the clothes, but it doesn't bother her. She also didn't get lost this time, which she's a little proud of. Only a little, because she did walk by here three times when she was lost the last time. "Hi, I'm here. I made it."

Less than fifteen minutes later, Onyx reaches the dance studio, instantly walking to the computer and plugging in his flash drive. Mim should come soon too, but while she's absent, the incubus quickly changes into the dancing clothes- a simple white t-shirt and sweatpants-, and makes sure to pick the right video to play. Then, taking a seat on the chair and leaning back, the man starts to softly humm the song from 'Chicago', his tail swaying left and right.

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When Oti returns with another set of boxes, Meadhbh is gone. Good. It's much easier to do her job without her there. Bending over to place a box down, her eyes catch sight of an abandoned scrunchie, brightly colored in stark contrast with the shiny wooden flooring. Oh, yeah. She flung that thing off while she was dancing. She picks it up without a second thought and pockets it.

When Meadhbh finally stands up, she looks around. She’s still alone. With one final deep breath she picks up her phone and her water bottle and leaves. She still doesn’t notice that her scrunchie is missing and leaves without it. The little neon green scrunchie remains on the floor of the dance studio.

[tails] Otidea figures seeing her would just make her even sadder. Meadhbh has friends. Otidea is not her friend. So, she decides to leave to go grab another box. Those credits aren't going to earn themselves.

Meadhbh is in her own little world. She’d be none the wiser if anyone were to enter the room right bow. In fact she has her eyes closed. As far as she’s aware, she’s still alone. All she hears are the voices in her head and the sound of her own breathing.

She has to at least put the box she's carrying away so she can actually finish the task she was given. So while Meadhbh lies on the floor... she attempts to tip toe into the studio and drop the box off in the corner of the room.

-# wrong tupper but it's fine

Meadhbh is done with her exercises now. Shes just cooling off by sitting in front of the mirror, having some water, and taking sone deep breaths. Eventually, she’ll collect her belongings and leave. But right now she just feels like laying on the floor and catching her breath. So she does just that, laying flat on her back with her arms outspread. Her chest rising and sinking with every breath.

Amidst the mesmerizing movements of the satyr, Oti’s eyes hone in on… a tattoo? Meadhbh gave her about a hundred opportunities to stare at her ass. Well, unintentionally. So it’s hard not to notice. ”No… regrets?” That is a… dumb fucking tattoo. She definitely did not have that tattoo when they were dating. What’s going on with her? I really didn’t know shit about her. If there’s anything Otidea has gleamed from her… pining session? Creepy stalker moment? It’s that Meadhbh wasn’t happy, and thought she was sparing her by breaking things off seemingly without warning. That just makes her upset for a whole other reason. Not necessarily at Meadhbh, but just a general “this sucks” sort of feeling. But maybe she can finally look in the mirror and hate her reflection just a little bit less.

Meadhbh has one more song on her playlist… and this one is extremely self indulgent. She’s given up on getting back into feeling the burn now and is just enjoying the endorphins of simply dancing around. She’s really getting into this one. Leaping around at great heights and lengths as satyrs are known to do. Squatting with her hands on her knees whipping her hair around so hard that she looses her scrunchie again, sending it flying across the floor like a hockey puck…. Twerking a bit even. She’s on her knees now waving her hands in the air and swaying her hips…. By the end of the song, Meadhbh lets herself fall forward from where she sits on her knees. Arms crossed against the cool wood floor, face resting atop them. “Whatever…. There’s nothing I can do about it now…” Her little tail droops. And then she just lays there for what feels like forever before finally pulling herself off the ground to sit up again, drinking water and catching her breath. She still hasn’t registered that her scrunchie is gone. https://youtu.be/mQ1ycOl48Hc?si=A3iVbg9_JVdRlF5M

Meadhbh’s words make her ears perk up. She’s not even checking out her ass anymore as her hips gyrate in weirdly arousing way. Sad? Bringing me down with her? What is she talking about? But the more she hears, the more she begins to piece together what might have actually been the reason she got dumped. I didn’t know she was sad. She always seemed to be happy around me. But Otidea never got the chance to really get to know Meadhbh. She never got the chance to know of her struggles. Because maybe if she did, she would have been able to help. “Her dancing is so pretty…” she mumbles to herself.

Meadhbh cant help but let her thoughts drift back to the half orc in the room…. If there was a half orc in the room. “At least I’m not dragging her down with me, she deserves better than that…” She tilts her neck side to side, swinging her orange ponytail back and forth. “But I also deserve better than this too right?” She keeps thinking out loud as she oscillates her hips as if hula hooping. “I deserve to not be so sad all the time…” Her voice trails off. Meadhbh doesn’t say anything else for the rest of the song, pushing herself past the voices in her head to really focus on the aerobics again. She hops to stand with her legs apart now before bending over to touch one hoof, her little tail flying up into the air, before quickly popping back up and alternating to stretch down to her other hoof. After she finishes that set of stretches, Meadhbh wipes the sweat off her brow. She’ll push herself as far as she has to to drown out her thoughts, even though so far that hasn’t been working. She dances around more freely now, trying to get out of her head and back into the groove of the music. Her body movements are more fluid. She starts to sing along. She’s no bard, but it’s not awful either. She’s not performing. There’s no one around to perform for. But she’s not really trying to do a core workout anymore either. She’s just feeling herself now. https://youtu.be/VM7TpVWvJqM?si=prbt02aHYblILnuL

Even over the loud music, her ears can’t help but pick up on the things Meadhbh mumbles to herself, seemingly disjointed thoughts that are hard to make accurate conclusions from. Mistake? What mistake? Mim? I know they’re friends… but who is Aronova? Nurse Willowmoon… I know she interns at the clinic… I wonder what’s wrong? She can’t help but be nosy. She wants to know more. But why does she care when she’s the only one who still does? Let it go. Don’t be hung up on the first girl you ever called you pretty. It doesn’t hurt to keep looking, right?

As far as Meadhbh is aware, she’s still alone. At this point she’s so sweaty she’s absolutely glistening under the studio lights. Only stopping her movement briefly to bend over and take a drink of water. Fluffy tail fluttering in the air as she does. Believing that she is still in fact alone, she starts to think out loud. “Stupid mistake that was… No, no, no, I’m not allowed to think about that.” It’s as if she’s talking to her reflection, pointing and waving her hand with the rhythm of the song as she does. “At least I have Mim… and Aronova, she’s been fun to hang out with too… I guess I’m a cat’s dad now…” Okay that was a better thought. She alternates raising her arms in the air as she skips in place, whipping her long orange ponytail back and forth as she does. “Still have to talk to Nurse Willowmoon about that thing…” Shes bending over to touch her toes again, fluffy tail flicking up towards the ceiling as she does. https://youtu.be/ra-h_p-vD2s?si=6uYEmLTNyEErB5g-

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Eventually, she has to put her box down, mouth slightly open as she just stares, mesmerized. Would she freak if I went and said hi when she’s done? She’s so pretty. She thinks back to that that time last semester when Meadhbh approached her at the skate park. What did she want to tell her back then? In the corner of her mind, she still wonders. Did she want to talk about what happened? Then why did she run away? Maybe seeing her face, gray skin and large tusks, was too much for her. Maybe it reminded her of her ex, and it scared her away. This is stupid. I like what I have going on now. Don’t I?

Meadhbh still doesn’t see Oti. She’s way too focused on her thoughts and trying to push them away, as well as her reflection in the mirror. Sweat is dripping down her face, her arms and her midriff now, as she’s been at this for a while now. But she doesn’t stop, she pushes herself further. She’ll keep hopping and popping and kicking around until she faints. She’s pushing it to the limit today. The more she jumps the more her high ponytail holding up her long orange hair sinks. Eventually the scrunchy falls out completely allowing her now shiny hair to float through the air as she hops and twirls. Reluctantly she leans over to pick up the scrunchie before squatting to pull her hair back up into the high ponytail. Bumping her hips to the rhythm while restyling her hair as to not lose the pace of her workout. https://youtu.be/a0fkNdPiIL4?si=PXiIu0aLS_EBXMTZ

She comes this close to dropping her boxes onto the ground, catching herself at the last possible minute. The last thing she needs to do is scare her, to ruin the show she has no idea that she’s putting on. I’m so fucking creepy. There is a shame deep down, one she doesn’t even care to acknowledge most of the time. The “eww don’t hit on me” uttered by girls when they find out about her preferences. ”Of course you’re like this, because you look like a man. Are you sure you aren’t one?” Those thoughts are pushed deep, deep down. Instead, she tries her best to will herself to leave to spare her from further heartbreak. What am I even doing here, staring like this? She’s done with me, and I’m done with her. So why? Why can’t I just fuck off and come back later? Her will does nothing. Her feet stayed glued to the floor, and she even leans her body back against the wall, content to simply stare and get her fill of a woman who threw her away. How pathetic.

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Meadhbh does not see Oti, which is probably for the better. She’s in the zone now, nothing short of an earthquake could interrupt her. The more her thoughts drift the harder she pushes herself to feel the burn. ‘You fucked up by letting Oti go….’ Nope, here’s two sets of kicks. ‘Remember that fucked up nightmare you keep having?’ Let’s reach for our toes!‘You’re not built for working in medicine…’ Its time to bring it down low. The more she gets into it the more her routine is looking less like a workout tape and more like a music video. Who knew aerobics could be this… sexy… https://youtu.be/qetW6R9Jxs4?si=HD73l3PHxeYqTIil

If Meadhbh thought she’d be safe from Otidea here, she had the wrong idea. As the unofficial-official Prismari stagehand and errand girl, Professor Pallida has no problem asking Otidea to drop off and set up some new dance equipment in the dance studio in exchange for extracurricular credits. She can hear music long before she enters the room. No big deal. The studio is plenty big enough so that she can just unload everything in a corner without getting in the way. As she gets closer, it’s clear whoever is using the studio is either wearing tap shoes… or has hooves. Well, some tieflings have hooves. And satyrs, of course. But there aren’t a lot of either of those on campus. What are the chances that it’s… It’s her. From the entryway, she can see the reflection of Meadhbh exercising in the mirrors that line the wall. Otidea almost drops her boxes from the sight of her bending over and moving her body in a way she’s never seen. At this point, her relationship with Kili and Rue has lasted much longer than the one she had with Meadhbh. It was easy to dismiss such a short period of time when those two were such strong presences in her life. But seeing Meadhbh again just brings up feelings she has no idea how to describe, so she doesn’t even bother trying. She just enjoys the sight and lives in the moment.

Meadhbh walks into the dance studio. Shes not a Prismari student, but she’s trying to pull herself out of her depression hole and this seemed like the best place to do some aerobics. She could have gone to this gym for this, but she figured there’d be a decent chance to accidentally cross paths with her ex girlfriend there, so she’s here instead. And just her luck, the studio is empty today. Her aerobics attire looks straight out of an 80s workout VHS, down to the little leg warmers sitting just above her hooves. They still make those? She connects her phone to the speakers in the room and starts her playlist. It seems like she has all the moves from one of those tapes memorized because she gets right to it… has aerobics always involved that much bending over? https://youtu.be/Igasxs601DM?si=fj_ql_wZf24t4b3h

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With the weather being rather unpleasant outside, the pale shadow had opted for the far more welcoming insides of the dance studio this afternoon. Apart from the fact that she really felt like dancing and couldn't do so properly in her rather small dorm room, she was lucky in the fact, that the studio was empty for the time being. Because anyone who knew her, knew as well that she loved to take her space and forget everything around her when she was really down with the music. But first a few stretches. Starting out cold was a sure fire way to get oneself something pulled, or even worse, something sprained on a misguided, unpreped jump. And that was not why she was here. Having pulled out a pair of rails, the demon was currently holding onto it with her hands, leg high up into the air, foot flat on the ground, while she carefully leaned into her center of gravity ever so often. Pulling a face in concentration, she slowly twisted her leg into multiple directions, trying to loosen and warm up her joints. She was very concentrated on her task, slowly breathing deep into her lungs.