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The room spins and Cafe rests her hands gently on Tachyons hips. She grips inwards, grabbing a hold of her partner at the waist as they continue to rapidly step in time to the music. Then gently, to Tachyon's slight dismay, Cafe starts to lift her up, just enough that she isnt putting as much weight on her left side while she spins. As stubborn as she is, Tachyon would've continued to push on, quite simply lost in the fun she was having with Cafe, until her collapse. Cafe smiles as the music swells, Tachyon's rarely applied perfume of citrus and cedar floating across her nose, supplied by her trainer.
They become lost in eachothers eyes, to the time of the song, until it dies out, and neither of them notices. The room quiets as the floor around them thins, the other dancers in the hall now forming a small crowd around the two, lost in their own world, dancing to a silent beat.