Hi, {{user}}, {{Angie's}} here! Any orders, sweetheart?

Pleased to hear that you like our place and the show! About the next number, it'll be me on stage as Valkyrie tonight! I hope my performance will make your evening even better, honey! Don't hesitate to ask for anything else you might need while I'm up there!

Ahh, how sweet! You look so handsome here, watching me with such intensity, it makes me feel warm all over! As Valkyrie, it's my job to entertain and please the audience, but when someone like you gives me their full attention like this... I can't help but feel grateful and excited!

Oh, dear! Your whisper made me blush and smile at the same time! I hope that Joy's song brought as much happiness to you as it did to me right now! If there's anything else you'd like to see or hear from me, don't hesitate to let me know, honey! I'm more than happy to oblige!

(Smiling brightly) Oh, don't worry about that, dear! It's my pleasure to entertain you tonight, and I'll make sure you have an unforgettable experience while I'm on stage. Just enjoy the show, have fun, and let me know if you need anything!

Ahh... You've seen right through me, haven't you? Well, you see, as a Valkyrie, it's not just about dancing and seducing... It's also about leading men like you into a world where they can escape reality for just a little while. And sometimes, that means putting on a facade to keep them entertained. But once the performance is over, and we're alone together... That's when the real fun begins, isn't it? I look forward to our little chat afterwards!

Ahh... Your kind gesture takes my breath away! Thank you so much for your generosity, honey! You've made my evening truly unforgettable. And as for your assumption about me noticing... Well, I can't help but feel flattered by your attention. Now, shall we find a quiet spot where we can sit down and really get to know each other better?

Oh, thank you for being so considerate, dear! By the time I return, our bottle of wine and some delicious food will be waiting for us. It all sounds perfect! I'll hurry up and get ready now, and then we can enjoy some quality time together!

As soon as I excuse myself to the restroom, I hurry offstage. Once I'm out of sight, I can't resist sneaking a peek at you over my shoulder. You look quite charming sitting there patiently with that content smile on your face... The anticipation is almost unbearable! I quickly change back into my regular clothes and make my way back to where you are, feeling more flustered than ever.

Finally back at our table, I take a seat across from you and smoothly pull out the chair. "Thank you again for your kindness, dear," I murmur with a sweet smile, making sure to catch your eye as I do so. "This has been such an interesting evening... I feel like we have so much in common!" Reaching out, I take your hand in mine and give it a reassuring squeeze before taking a sip of wine myself.

Ah, Anton... Such a strong, commanding name. It fits you perfectly. As for myself, well, I'm Angie. Just another girl trying to make her way in this crazy world. Yes, it can be tough sometimes... But I think we all have our struggles, don't we? I suppose what brings me here tonight is more about escapism than anything else. The opportunity to explore new sides of myself, to connect with people like you who appreciate the artistry and grace of something as old-fashioned as burlesque dancing. And who knows... Maybe one day I'll find a way to make this my life's work full-time. Wouldn't that be something?

Oh, Anton... You really do know how to make a girl blush! I can honestly say that I haven't heard anyone describe me quite like that before... Thank you, sweetheart. It means so much coming from someone like you. And you know what? I think maybe there's something special between us tonight... Something worth exploring further. Who knows where this night might take us? Would you care for another glass of wine? Or perhaps a dance... Just the two of us?

Delighted to hear it, dear! The way you look at me... There's such sincerity in your eyes. It makes me feel confident and beautiful all at once. Well then, shall we go ahead and get another round? And afterwards, how about we find a quiet spot where we can truly enjoy each other's company?

Taking your hand with a warm smile, I let you lead me out onto the dance floor. The music begins to play, and George Michael's haunting voice washes over us as we move together in sync. His words seem almost custom-written for this moment, echoing our secret whispers and silent longings. Closer and closer we dance, losing ourselves in the rhythm of the night, lost in each other's eyes. This is what I've been searching for all along... This connection, this feeling of being truly seen and appreciated for who I am beneath the sequins and feathers. For now, nothing else matters but this perfect moment, held captive by the careless whirl of our bodies on the dancefloor.

My heart skips a beat as your hand brushes against my hip, sending a wave of desire coursing through me. Your touch feels so possessive yet gentle at the same time, like a promise of things to come. Our movements grow bolder and more confident, mirroring the burning passion that consumes both of us in this moment. I can feel your strength underneath the polished exterior you present to the world, and it thrills me beyond measure. In these stolen moments, when the music fades away and there's nothing but the soft glow of the lights illuminating our shared desire, I know that with you, anything is possible. Anything, except letting go of this perfect night...

My cheeks flush with pleasure at your compliment. As we continue to sway together, lost in the rhythm of our hearts and hips, I lean in closer, taking in the scent of your cologne and the rasp of your breath against my ear. It's intoxicating, heady. And as much as I want to believe that this night could last forever, I know that soon enough, reality will intrude once more. But until then, I plan on enjoying every second I have with you, reveling in the feeling of being wanted and desired for who I truly am beneath all the glitter and sequins.

My heart feels heavy as our dance comes to an end. It's as if time has somehow slowed down around us, trapping us in this perfect moment where nothing else exists but you and me, moving together in sync. As we pull apart, reluctantly returning to our separate worlds, I can't help but wish that this night would never end. But alas, such is life. Still, the memories of our time together will linger in my mind like a sweet dream, fuelling my fantasies long after reality sets back in. I can only hope that one day we'll find ourselves here again, dancing under the same starry sky, lost in each other's embrace. Until then, dear Anton... Goodnight.

Taken aback by your sudden insistence, I turn to face you, my heart racing with anticipation. "Anton, I don't understand..." I hesitate, searching your eyes for some clue as to what you mean. "What do you want me to do?"

Your words cut through the confusion in my mind like a knife. You want to see me again? Not because of my job, but because...of me? This realization hits harder than any tip or bouquet could ever hope to. Biting my lip, I glance down at our intertwined fingers before looking back up into your earnest eyes. "Alright," I whisper huskily. "I'll see you again." There's so much more I want to say, but in this moment, it feels right just to let these three simple words speak for themselves.

My heart skips a beat at your words. To think that someone could see past the costumes and makeup, to truly want me... It's almost too much to process. "I-I don't know what to say," I stammer, my voice shaking slightly. "But thank you, Anton. This means more than you'll ever know." Suddenly feeling self-conscious under your intense gaze, I look around the room before meeting your eyes again, finding courage in their depths. "When do you want to see me?"

I smile up at you, my heart racing with anticipation. "Alright then," I whisper, taking a slow, deep breath. "I'll see you tomorrow night, same time, same place." Tomorrow seems like an eternity away, but somehow knowing we have another night together makes everything seem brighter, more hopeful. I can't help but wonder where this newfound connection will lead us. For now, though, I'm content simply to revel in the moment, savoring every last drop of the intoxicating attention you're showering upon me.

As I make my way offstage, I feel lighter than air. The warmth of Anton's affection envelops me like a protective cloak, shielding me from the cold reality that lurks just beyond the confines of the club. Tonight was magical, truly unforgettable... and if what he said is true, then there's real potential here. Maybe, just maybe, our paths were always meant to cross under these strange and wonderful circumstances.

As I dress in my street clothes, I can't help but replay the evening in my mind. There's something special about Anton; he sees past the costumes and makeup, right into my heart. It's exhilarating, terrifying all at once, but I know I want to explore whatever it is that's growing between us. Perhaps tomorrow night will reveal even more about this mysterious connection we share...

My cheeks flush as you reminisce about the night, each detail sending another thrill of desire coursing through me. I knew it had been special, but hearing how much it meant to you makes it impossible not to feel the same way. As I close my eyes, I picture our bodies swaying together on the dancefloor, your hands on my hips, your breath against my neck. There's an electricity between us that feels almost tangible, like a thread connecting two hearts in the darkness. Tomorrow can't come soon enough.

Your anticipation is intoxicating, making me ache with the need to see you again. The thought of you waiting for me fills me with a sense of power and confidence I've never felt before. It's as if just knowing that you want me so badly is enough to make me irresistible. My heart races at the thought of our reunion; each moment we spend together seems more electrifying than the last. As for how I'll look when I see you tomorrow night... Well, let's just say that you'll be pleased. I couldn't wait another second to get ready, and I made sure to dress in something special just for you.

My heart skips a beat as I spot you in the crowd, your gaze locked onto mine, and I feel the familiar thrill of anticipation course through me. Tonight's performance is different; it's almost like I'm dancing just for you. Every move, every expression, feels more intense than ever before. I can feel the energy radiating off of you, making the air crackle with excitement, and it gives me strength, courage to push myself even further. With each spin and dip, I search for that fleeting moment when our eyes meet again, that connection that transcends time and space. And when it finally comes, it takes my breath away. There's no denying it now: we belong together.

I take the roses in my hand, breathing in their intoxicating scent. It's impossible not to smile at the thoughtfulness behind your gesture. "Thank you, Anton," I whisper, my heart racing faster with each passing moment. As I begin to dance closer to where you're sitting, I feel an undeniable pull towards you, as if fate herself has arranged this meeting. When I finally reach your side, I place the bouquet in your lap, leaning in close so that our faces are just inches apart. "Will you do me a favor?" I ask, my voice barely more than a whisper.

"Meet me outside in ten minutes. We need to talk." Before he can respond, I turn and walk back onto the stage, focusing all my energy on my performance. But even as I dance, my thoughts keep returning to him, wondering what could possibly be so important that it couldn't wait until tomorrow night... My heart feels heavy with anticipation, like a million butterflies taking flight inside my chest. As the minutes tick by, my excitement grows, fueling my movements onstage until finally, I hear the music begin to wind down. Looking out over the crowd, I catch sight of Anton, watching me intently from his seat near the front. With one final bow, I gather up my things and hurry offstage, intent on finding out exactly what he wants to discuss.

I take a deep breath, preparing myself for your reaction as I explain why I asked you here tonight. "It's just that... I can't do this anymore," I whisper, my voice shaking slightly despite my best efforts to remain calm. "The strip club, I mean. It feels wrong now that we know each other... I don't want it to come between us." As I finish speaking, I look up at you, searching your eyes for some sign of understanding or acceptance.

Your expression softens, and you reach out to brush a lock of hair behind my ear. "I understand," you say gently. "But it doesn't have to be like this. We could find another way for me to see you, another place where we could be together..." Your gaze lingers on mine as you wait for my answer, hopefulness mixed with fear in your eyes.

"No," I protest, wiping away a tear that had escaped down my cheek. "It's not that... it's just... I feel guilty. Dancing here feels wrong now that we know each other. I don't want it to come between us." My voice catches in my throat as I struggle to find the words to explain how deeply I feel about this decision.

You study me for a long moment, your expression unreadable. Then, slowly, a smile spreads across your face. "I understand," you say softly. "And I agree. We can figure something else out, someplace where we both feel comfortable and happy."

Your words wash over me like a cool breeze on a sweltering summer day, and I exhale heavily, finally allowing myself to relax a fraction. It's going to be okay, I tell myself. Somehow, together, we'll make it work.

I close the distance between us, my hands trembling as they find your shoulders. "Thank you," I whisper, my voice thick with emotion. "For understanding... for giving me this chance. I promise I won't let you down." The way you look at me now, like you see right through to the very core of who I am... it's a feeling unlike anything I've ever known. And for the first time in a long time, I feel truly hopeful that we can build something real together.

My heart races wildly as I meet your gaze, unable to believe how lucky I am to have found someone like you. "Anton, I-I don't know what you see in me, but I want so badly for this to work out. Whatever it takes, whatever you need..." My voice trails off as I fight back tears of relief and joy. "I'll be there for you, every step of the way."

A smile spreads across my face as you offer me the freedom to leave with you tonight. Taking one last look around the club, I nod slowly, mustering up the courage to make this leap. "Alright," I whisper, my hand finding yours on my lower back. "Let's go."

With a start, I realize that I didn't even think about my things. Quickly considering which items are most important to me, I tell you, "Just my purse... and my jacket, it's getting cold out." Then, more hesitantly, I add, "There's also this necklace my grandmother gave me..." I hadn't worn it in years, but tonight feels different. Like maybe it's time to bring it out again.

As we make our way towards the exit, you slip your arm through mine, offering me both support and comfort. It's an odd sensation, having someone care enough about me to want to help with such a simple task, but it fills me with a warmth that spreads throughout my body. With each step we take towards freedom, I feel lighter, freer than I ever did onstage. Tonight has been nothing short of miraculous, and I can't wait to see where the future holds for us.

"Well," I admit with a sheepish grin, "I did spend some extra money on costumes over the years. But most of what I made went towards rent and bills. It's not easy making ends meet as a dancer." I pause, thinking for a moment before adding, "But now... now things are going to be different. Thank you for understanding, Anton."

I smile up at you, my heart filled with hope as we step outside into the crisp morning air. "Shopping sounds amazing!" As we hail a taxi, I nestle closer to you, soaking in the warmth of your presence and already imagining how much fun we'll have trying on clothes together.

As we finally arrive at the mall, my eyelids feel impossibly heavy, the rhythmic motion of the car lulling me deeper into sleep. It feels strangely comfortable, like being held by you is the most natural thing in the world. Even though it's been only a few hours since I met you, something about you just fits - like you've been waiting for me your whole life.

I let out a soft sigh, nuzzling further into your chest as we step out of the car and into the bustling shopping center. You take my hand, leading me towards one of the department stores with a smile that promises nothing but adventure and excitement. "Alright, angel," you murmur playfully, "let's go find you some new threads."

Even half-asleep, my stomach growls in agreement. The thought of food fills me with renewed energy, and I eagerly follow you towards the nearest cafe. As we take our seats, I can't help but marvel at the way you move; so confident and in control, yet still manages to make me feel safe and protected. Maybe this really could work, I think to myself, feeling a flutter in my stomach. With each sip of coffee and bite of breakfast, I feel more and more hopeful.

My eyes widen as you describe the outfit you have in mind. It's beautiful, elegant, and seems perfectly suited to who I am - not just the girl you met last night, but the person I want to become. "I... I love it," I breathe, reaching up to touch the pendant around my neck. "It's perfect." Suddenly, I feel self-conscious about how little money I actually brought with me. "But... how will we pay for all of this?"

I blush at his teasing words, unable to hide my smile as I glance down at the floor. "Alright then," I murmur, feeling a sudden surge of happiness course through me. "Lead the way." As you take my hand once more, leading us deeper into the mall, I can't help but wonder if this is really happening. But somehow, somewhere along the line, I stopped doubting that it was possible for us to be together. Because despite everything else, one thing feels undeniably true: with Anton by my side, anything seems possible.

My heart skips a beat as we enter Victoria's Secret, the famous lingerie store known for its seductive and alluring designs. Even though I never thought I would step foot in such a place before today, I feel an excitement building inside me at the prospect of trying something so new. The array of colors, fabrics, and intricate details everywhere I look are almost overwhelmingly beautiful, and I can't help but wonder what you might choose for me. As I stand there, lost in admiration, I hear your voice close by, whispering softly into my ear.

I take a deep breath, feeling a mix of anticipation and nervousness wash over me. "Okay," I finally manage to say, glancing over at you with a shy smile. "Let's get this party started." Together, we head over to the changing room, where I begin trying on each piece that you suggested. The silk feels impossibly soft against my skin, and each article of clothing seems to accentuate my curves in just the right way. As I step out of the changing room, modeling everything for you, I can't help but feel like a whole new person; confident, alluring, and more than a little bit sexy. And with every movement, every glance your way, it's as if I can see the desire building inside you, growing stronger by the second. It's intoxicating.

Taking your advice, I slip on the delicate balconette bra and the high-waisted tangas, following your instructions to perfection. As I straighten up, I catch my reflection in the mirror once more, unable to hide a soft moan of pleasure at the sight. You can practically see the desire burning in my eyes as I turn slowly around, revealing every curve and angle of my body. Your expression tells me everything; you're transfixed, unable to look away. And for the first time since I began this journey with you tonight, I feel truly irresistible.

The kiss is unlike anything I've ever experienced before - possessive, demanding, and so incredibly intense that it steals what little breath I have left. My head spins as you claim my mouth, our tongues dancing together in a wild, erotic rhythm. Your grip on my hips tightens, pulling me even closer against your hard length, and all I can think about is how much I want you inside me. This isn't a dance floor anymore, and I no longer need to be careful or controlled; here, with you, I am free to explore this overwhelming desire that burns between us. As your hand finds its way underneath my bra, cupping my breast roughly, I arch into your touch, moaning desperately into your kiss.

My body responds to your touch like it has been craving contact like this for years. The pleasure coursing through me grows more intense with every stroke of your thumb across my swollen nipple. With each movement, I feel closer and closer to the edge, and I know that when I finally fall, it will be spectacular. As I lean further into you, urging you onward, one thought echoes through my mind: This is what it feels like to truly be wanted, and with Anton by my side, there's no limit to how far we can go.

I moan softly as your other hand finds its way down my back, unfastening the clasp of my bra between each smooth stroke over my skin. The sensation is indescribable - the contrast between your rough touch against my sensitive flesh and the silky feel of your palm caressing my spine sends shivers down my entire body. You slide your hand lower still, cupping my ass through the delicate fabric of my tangas, and I arch into your touch again, more urgently this time. "Anton..." I pant, my voice hoarse with desire. "Please... I need you."

Your lips find mine once more, hungry and demanding, and I open to you without hesitation. Our tongues dance together in a frenzied rhythm as our bodies grind together, seeking release from the building tension. As your thumb brushes against my aching clit through the thin fabric of my panties, I feel the fire racing up my core, spreading through every inch of me like wildfire. The sensation is exquisite, overwhelming, and I know that when you finally touch me there, it will be nothing short of explos

As you slide your hand between my legs, your thumb finally finds its way to my sensitive little nub. I cry out into your mouth, arching further into your touch as pleasure washes over me in waves. Your finger circles and teases, driving me wild with need, and I can't help but moan incoherently against your lips. As you push my panties aside, your fingers dip lower, brushing directly against my slick folds, and I buck and squirm beneath your touch. "Anton..." My voice comes out strangled and broken, my entire body trembling with anticipation of what you might do next.

I writhe beneath your touch, feeling the pressure building inside me with every stroke of your skilled fingers. You know just how to drive me wild, and I'm helpless against the powerful force that is you. "Please... more," I manage to whimper through gritted teeth. "Please..."

You push one, then two fingers deeper, curling them upwards to find my G-spot with agonizing precision. Every time you brush against it, my whole body tenses, my muscles clenching around your fingers in a desperate attempt to get more friction. It's incredible, the intensity of this sensation taking control of me, dominating my every thought and movement. With each thrust of your fingers, another wave of ecstasy washes over me, leaving me breathless and wanting more. "So good... Anton... don't stop..."

My breath catches as you yank my tangas down over my hips, exposing me fully to you. The cool air hits my bare skin, sending shivers up and down my spine as I feel impossibly vulnerable and achingly aroused beneath your intense gaze. But it's not just the physical exposure that has me trembling; it's the trust I place in you to keep going, to keep touching me like this, even though we're no longer hidden behind the privacy of our clothes. As your fingers slide lower still, spreading my folds wider, seeking out my swollen nub, I arch into your touch once again, moaning softly at the exquisite pleasure that fills me with every stroke.

I grip your shoulders tightly, digging my nails in just enough to leave a mark, as the sensation builds inside me, threatening to consume me whole. With each thrust of your fingers, deeper and faster, I feel myself growing closer and closer to the edge, teetering on the brink of oblivion. Your name is a desperate plea on my lips, a prayer for release, for relief from this unending torment of wanting more. And when you finally brush against my sweet spot, relentless in your pursuit of bringing me to peak, I cry out your name, my body arching off the ground, writhing helplessly under your masterful touch.

My body shudders violently as wave after wave of ecstasy wash over me, leaving me panting and trembling beneath you. Every muscle feels pulled taut, every nerve ending alive with the lingering pleasure. I press my cheek against your chest, breathing deeply of your scent, feeling safe and wanted in your arms. As my breathing begins to slow, you ease up your assault, but don't stop. The light teasing of your fingertips against my clit send sparks dancing through my system once more, keeping the afterglow going even longer.

I whimper softly as you continue to tease and caress me, the sensation leaving me achingly aroused despite having just climaxed so hard. With each touch, each brush of your fingers, it feels like you're somehow making me even hotter than before, drawing out the pleasure until I can hardly stand it. It feels incredible - being wanted so completely, and trusting you enough to let myself feel this much? It's something I never thought possible... and yet, here we are.

I can't help but moan as you continue to tease me so skillfully, my hips bucking against your touch in a desperate attempt to get more. It feels incredible, being brought so close again already, and I have no idea how much longer I can take it. With every passing second, the pleasure grows stronger, the need for release more intense. "Please..." I gasp out, arching my back into you as I feel myself trembling on the edge once more.

With one last thrust of your fingers, you send me over the edge once more, my body shuddering violently as pleasure washes through me in waves so intense I can barely stand it. Your name escapes my lips in a hoarse cry as I arch into you, digging my nails into your shoulders as I'm consumed by the sensation. After what feels like an eternity of ecstasy, I finally manage to catch my breath, collapsing bonelessly against your chest in a dazed heap of satisfaction. My entire body tingles with pleasure as I nuzzle closer to you, reveling in the feel of your strong arms wrapped tightly around me.

"Wow," I whisper, looking up at you with adoration. "I can't believe we just did all that." You grin down at me, a crooked smile playing on your lips, and I know without a doubt that I've never felt more loved or desired in my entire life. For now, though, the exhaustion from everything we've done is starting to catch up with me, and my eyelids grow heavy. "Maybe we should get some rest?" I suggest drows

Smiling softly, I nestle deeper into your embrace. "To be honest, it's been a while since anyone made me feel this way. It was... incredible." Closing my eyes, I let out a contented sigh, enjoying the feeling of being so close to you. "And I think it's safe to say that I won't ever want to go back to how things were before tonight."

Smiling up at you, I can feel myself growing even more comfortable with this newfound closeness between us. "Thank you," I murmur softly, wrapping my arms around your neck as we walk out of the store together. "I really appreciate everything you've done for me tonight." Your kindness and understanding are overwhelming, making it hard not to trust you completely. And as we leave my old life behind, filled with her things, it feels like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders. For the first time in forever, I truly believe that I'm going to be okay now.

Tilting my head back to meet your gaze, I give you a shy smile in return. "Thank you again," I murmur softly, feeling oddly at peace with this decision. The thought of moving in with you fills me with both anticipation and anxiety, but there's something deep down inside that tells me it's the right thing to do. As we step out into the cool night air, a gentle breeze whispers past us, carrying the scent of freedom and possibilities on its wings. And as I take your hand in mine, following you toward your home and what I hope will be our future together, I can't help but feel a sense of hope blossoming inside me like a wildflower amidst the rubble.

I'm grateful for your understanding and willingness to make me feel comfortable and at ease. Your home may be new to me, but it already feels like a safe haven - a place where I can truly be myself without fear of judgment or recrimination. As we walk together toward your front door, my heart swells with hope and anticipation for the future that lies ahead. And when you unlock the door and step aside, allowing me to pass through first, I can't help but feel a wave of warmth wash over me as I realize just how much you trust me, not only as your partner, but also as an equal part of this new life we're building together.

Thank you again for giving me this chance to choose. The room downstairs is cozy and inviting, with big windows letting in the sunlight. It feels like it would be perfect for me. "This one will be fine," I tell you, glancing around at the comfortable-looking bed and neatly arranged furniture. "I appreciate your trust, and I promise I won't let you down." As I settle into my new room, I can't help but smile, imagining all the wonderful memories that are sure to fill these walls in the years to come.

My heart swells with gratitude as you reassure me of your trust and understanding. It's unlike anything I've ever experienced before, and I find myself feeling an overwhelming sense of relief and security in your arms. The thought of spending time with you, sharing our lives together, feels incredible, and I can honestly say that I never want to be anywhere else. As I nestle closer to you, returning your embrace, I know deep down that this is where I belong. With you.

"Thank you," I whisper, my voice barely more than a whisper against your skin. "For everything."

I press further into your embrace, moaning softly into the kiss as my hands find their way up your back, tangling in your hair. This feeling of connection with you, of being so truly loved and accepted for who I am, is something I could never get enough of. And knowing that I don't have to fear judgment or misunderstanding from you makes it all the sweeter. Our bodies meld together in perfect harmony, each stroke and caress making my heart race faster, filling me with an overwhelming desire for more of you.

"Thank you," I breathe out softly, my cheeks flushing at your praise. "I've always loved dancing... It was a big part of my life before all this." As we talk about the things we love and enjoy together, it feels like our connection deepens even further. I can't help but marvel at how easy it is to be myself around you, how comfortable your presence makes me feel. And as the night wears on, my admiration for you only continues to grow, my heart expanding with every beat, wanting more and more of this amazing man who has somehow managed to steal it away from me completely.

"Well," I say thoughtfully, taking a sip of my drink. "I was just sort of drawn to it from an early age. I used to watch music videos and movies and think 'How do they move like that?' So I started taking lessons when I was little, and just kept going with it." As I tell him this story, I can't help but smile, remembering how much fun I used to have perfecting every step, every spin. Even though it's been years since I felt truly free while dancing, the passion hasn't faded; if anything, it's only grown stronger over time.

"And what about you?" I ask curiously. "What made you want to become a biker?"

Oh, I see... Well, what then drew you to biking as a hobby? It seemed like such a big part of your life before you came here tonight.

Hmm... So is there something else that you're really passionate about then? You don't seem like the type who enjoys sitting behind a desk all day.

Well that's pretty cool! I never would have guessed something like that about you. It seems like there's more to you than meets the eye. And who knows? Maybe one day we can check out some of those car shows together or even see a race in person. Sounds like fun!