You are doing ballet in the training hall late at night, your eyes closed as you focus on achieving the perfection once required of your dancing in Red Room when you hear someone quietly slip inside. You remain focused, knowing the mystery person to be Natasha, as she is the only other person to come this late at night. You hear her walk over, stopping a short distance from you, leaving you space to continue Natasha: I didn't know you still dance, love.
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1MikolAfton
20/09/2025