Join me in Dance (1)

"Bless you," Miteki Bless said in English.

Her room was understaffed with not much people roaming about.

Miteki Bless assumed they were interns or temporary contract-based employees.

When the room responded with blank stares to her joke, Miteki Bless knew this wasn't her type of atmosphere.

The joke was to ease her own nerves, but it exposed them to more impatience and frustration.

She wanted to see Lydie Heung already, instead of waiting in this room where people sent shady looks her way.

As Miteki Bless internally grumbled, someone whispered domineeringly into her ear. "Close."

Miteki Bless blinked, then kept her eyes fully closed.

She hummed, but it came out like a tangled, unnatural frustrated sound.

…

The stylist painting purple glitter over Bless' eyes was a bit resigned.

It was hard to understand why Miteki Bless was chosen as a pairing by Lydie Heung. More than a recommendation letter, she was a hush-money kind of recommendation.

While Miteki Bless was pretty and fit the visual requirement more than a simple 'enough', her vibes were just too gloomy.

Those lips in a straight line, those glaring eyes, and those medium eyebrows always slanted, as if they bore resentment towards the world and were owed something.

Even her voice was monotone and scary.

"Blink." The stylist tried to use as little words as possible in order not to irritate Miteki.

Miteki Bless complied without a sound.

Voila.

Her eyes had purple scales.

The stylist clapped, and a staff member came running. There was a hidden conversation in their eyes, as the staff member wordlessly undid Miteki Bless' buns.

However, she couldn'tfully read the look in the stylist's eyes telling her to keep quiet, obliviously making small talk with Bless.

"How was it? Coming back here?"

Miteki Bless took her time to answer. "Long line. Tedious security. Annoying co-workers? Should I continue?"

An expresso of negativity.

"… Try speaking more positively." The staff member warned.

Miteki Bless who had just been scolded for no reason frowned. "You asked. I answered the way it was. 'Positively,' what? You want me to lie?"

"That's not what I meant?" The staff member panicked.

Miteki Bless looked gloomy, not doom and gloom. She expected her to stay docile and remain in her seat with her eyes closed—which she did—but she fought back.

"Articulate yourself better if it's not what you meant."

"I-I'm okay." The staff member relented.

Causing a scene was pointless but the girl sitting down in front of her radiated a sort of confidence that was hard to ignore.

Miteki Bless had combed her hair earlier, so it was easy for the staff member to comb through it before spraying it with gel.

"Keep your eyes closed." The member coaxed.

Miteki Bless would've retaliated if it wasn't for the spray, she didn't want anything accidentally getting in her mouth.

Patting her hair to the sides, her hair seemed complete.

"It's okay to open."

Miteki Bless batted her eyelashes open, letting the lashes crawl up the air like spider legs.

She took out her phone, and for the first time in her life she was accused of being a phone addicted kid, in the minds of multiple adults she didn't even know.

She took an awkward selfie and sent it to Lydie Heung, cringing at the selfie she'd sent earlier.

She hid Lydie Heung's messages well, reading them would do no good to her mindset.

She'd make sure to check at home tonight.

She sunk in her chair, deflated before anything even started.

She snobbed out, "Oi, when can I see Lydie-chan?"

And this triggered something in one of the male staff members on the side, idly fiddling with the glittery eyeshadow Miteki Bless had brushed on her eyelids.

"Please be calm when you see her!" He bowed.

"She works hard night and day, and her efforts shouldn't be ruined by someone like you."

"What do you mean?" Miteki Bless didn't rush to conclusions, she lazily glanced at him before losing interest.

In fact, she didn't have any in the first place.

A bland lame-o nobody. She sighed.

"As a staff member, I'm only telling you be mindful of Lydie-san. She would've told you the same thing too if she was here—"

"No." Miteki Bless said confidently.

"She—"

"No, she wouldn't." She didn't bother listening to what he said.

She lectured him. "I'm her friend. Who are you to her?"

She sighed.

Lydie Heung's beauty is so addictive, even random nobodies are possessive.

That's idol life.

"How would you know what she likes over me, her actual friend? She's invited me here for a reason. I could tell you the specifics."

She smiled slyly. Like how she forced me to be here.

"But why would I? That's our intimacy—intimacy between me and Lydie-chan."

She attempted a cute giggle.

It came out as a barely audible scoff. "As her staff member, please know your place."

She got up out of her seat. "Can someone bring me to Lydie-chan? I'm impatient waiting here."

She was met with silence.

Her eyes roamed the room.

"Don't tell me you've been holding me back from meeting her?"

She clicked her tongue. "There's fools here, huh."

She opened the door, not shutting it behind her.

"Get back here!" The staff member she'd been arguing with tried to grab her.

Before he could, his hand fell limp and he started foaming at the mouth.

His entire body went stiff, and he fell over like a board.

Miteki Bless flinched away as his head fell to her feet.

She grimaced, as if disgusted he'd almost touched her. "Where's… the professionalism?"

She facepalmed. "I'll tell Lydie-chan to change staffs, because, what is this? I've been insulted and almost assaulted by a seizure-toe not even one hour of being here!"

Miteki Bless was so impatient she had forgotten they didn't change her into her stage clothes yet.

She wouldn't dare hear it if they brought it up either. She'd yelled at them with an accusing tone, "Isn't it clothes first, makeup second? Are you guys trying to sabotage me or did you get hired by fluke?"

She would not make a good manager. Regardless of if this behavior was worth punishing or not, she was too harsh.

She tried her luck with the door in front of her.

She opened the door with confidence and peeked into the room.

There was a head facing away from her, into an extravagant giant yellow mirror decorated in hand-sized lightbulbs.

The mirror faced towards her, so she could see the person reflected in it.

"Lydie Heung!"

Lydie sat up stiff and straight.

"One of your staff members tried touching me, and then he passed out!"

Lydie Heung had a knowing look on her face, but it was also full of concern.

Miteki Bless didn't give her the time to start her sentence. "Oh, and you. Do you know how incompetent your staff are? You should upgrade them."

She proposed a better idea with the snap of her fingers. "Or downgrade. There's a bunch of cooler people who do things for five sandwiches a year. Much, much more hardworking than your current staff."

The suggestion was almost hypnotic.

It could work, and certainly give awareness and money to smaller, struggling "talents".

Lydie Heung was attached to the current way her staff system worked. It's difficult to get into that feeling, and out of familiarity.

Lydie Heung switched the topic.

"You aren't in the right clothes."

"And you are?" Miteki Bless thought she was joking.

Lydie Heung stood up without doing anything else.

"Oh." She pushed a hair strand away. "I kinda got mad at them and forgot about the outfit."

"Got mad. Huh, got mad." Lydie Heung chortled. "Come, come. Sit with me, you can change here."

"Why would I sit if I'm going to change?"

"… You change after you sit."

"O.K."

The one helpful thing Lydie Heung did for Miteki Bless was explain the schedule of the day.

The day being the next three hours.

The concert was different from most.

It could be acclaimed as a hippie version of competitive dancing.

Lydie Heung gambled on Miteki Bless not knowing any of her songs, so she made this concert a standout one.

Her and Bless would compete in 3 rounds.

The 1st round was a "predict the other's movement," type of game. One person would dance, and first to three correctly guessed would win.

The 2nd round was traditional fan service.

The 3rd round was a dance battle against each other, judged by actual dance professors in the industry.

Lastly, they'd perform one of her latest songs as a closing before the fan meet and greet at the attached science fair.

Miteki Bless had read an overview of the schedule in the post Lydie sent her, but she couldn't grasp at the straws properly. Until Lydie explained everything unfiltered, not corporate and media-centrist at length in detail.

She got dressed in a matching outfit.

They both wore white skirts with roughed up white leather jackets, having heart-shaped holes in them.

They looked like angels trying to masquerade as rockstars.

Their headpieces were angel wings with a heart antennae curling 2 inches over their heads.

Lydie Heung watched the hustle and bustle of her staff.

She had highly intuned intuition, as if her jewel-like eyes were god-like appraisal apparel.

"We're going to get called out soon."

Might as well get upfront, down and diligent before being instructed to do so.

She held Miteki Bless' hand and lead her backstage, in the dark illuminated by purple lights.

They passed by security guards and merch holsters containing light sticks, Lydie's mascot as a plushy, sponsors, and after-concert snacks.

"Long day, you think?"

"Mhm."

"Right." Lydie Heung squeezed Miteki Bless' hand lightly. Seeing no complaints, she held her hand tightly. "Play it up for the audience, okay?"

"I don't get what you mean."

She pouted, her dimples making themselves known. What happened to the voice from earlier? The dorky classmate in the picture?

She was speaking to her in a tone so devoid of passion, so devoid of vision, that Miteki's voice came to her a lost, mute sheep waiting for death.

Going on stage, Miteki Bless, were you waiting for death?

She brought her body closer to Bless, trying to be a furnace that burns away the pain.

"Bless… do you think you can trying showing emotion for me today?"

Miteki Bless glued her head to Lydie Heung while they walked, obvious she was craving the contact. Head leaning against head, sprayed hair tangling in sprayed hair, she sang softly, her lips closed and rosy. "For you? Or for your fans?"

"For… For my fans."

"I don't think so. It's such a rudimentary problem that I can't make it go away by just thinking about it."

Lydie Heung pouted again. "I-I'm not finished. But for me, especially for me, I want to see you smile at me. I want to see that dorky face of yours while we perform on stage."

She inhaled deeply. "And then I want to see it again when we get off stage!"

"I'll try my best."

The two friends waited for the crew members to come and get them.

Their headgears weren't connected yet and likely wouldn't be for the next few minutes.

Already, they heard a loud crowd yelling and cheering.

"Do we keep holding hands before going out?"

"Absolutely." Lydie Heung replied directly.

She didn't shy away from it all. "Look forward to my teasing. I'm sure to win all 3 rounds."

"Lydie, you do this for a living."

"Touché. But I've done some digging on you."

"Scary." She leaned onto her, a bit drowsy.

Sleepy so soon? Do I call her a koala or a sloth on stage? What's the favorite between them?

"Mhm, I know about your experience with dancing. You aren't a newbie… for all we know, you could crush me."

"I don't think I can." Miteki Bless played the humble route.

"…" Lydie Heung thought she was shameless. "I get what you're doing."

"Yes, I want more compliments. Give me them."

"I'll do you one better—win. Win and I'll give you a world's worth of compliments."

Miteki Bless suddenly leaned away, plotting nefariously.

We'll see what's teasing.

She leaned back in, despite her finger tingling plotting.

"Can you give yourself to me, if it's a world's worth?"

Lydie Heung smacked her shoulder. "Bless!"

"Lydie!"

There!

Lydie thought she saw it!

A smirk on Miteki Bless' face.

"You're so bold. Why don't you have more scars?"

Though she knew Lydie was joking, she still said, "Oh, I was hit yesterday morning! My scars sink under my skin like magic…"

"I'm a great mage, whose magic is darker thank black. Blacker than the depths of the evil sleeping in my soul." Her straight face accompanied by a colorless voice.

The joke didn't fall flat, it'd been a pancake glued to the floor from the very start.

"Oh."

"I don't think you need to play up anything if you'll be acting like that." Lydie Heung deadpanned. "it's eccentric, but it's also the archetype that attracts a lot of die-hard fans."

"Don't speak about me as if I'm not there."

"I promise it won't happen again, Bless-sama."

Miteki Bless shuddered, hair rising up on her hypothetical cat tail. "Don't call me that, actually, while we're glued together!? Shamelessly infernal!"

Canines poked through Lydie Heung's stretching lips, the giggles she let out tickling their sharpness, "Haha! The way you word things sometimes, so weird. So satisfying."

Miteki Bless struggled to reply.

The sentence didn't stump her or stun her into silence, she was just trying to think of something Lydie Heung did that was satisfying.

After thinking deeply about it, she admitted something.

"When you stretch, your arch your back, and your body tends to make this nice curve when you do. I think that is the most satisfying thing I've seen you do."

"Alright, isn't this too insulting? Such a low-blow." Lydie Heung pouted for the 80th time that Miteki-interaction.

Miteki Bless looked towards the top of Lydie Heung's head. "Yes, it would be low."

"W-We're the same height!?"

Before they could bicker further, their headgears were connected and whirred on.

The mermaid, pop star-wannabes were instructed to get on stage.

Lydie Heung moved the mic away from her mouth, in case it was accidentally on and whispered. "Give it your best walk. Don't speak unless I speak. Try and get comfortable during the first few minutes, I know it's hard."

"O.K." Miteki Bless mouthed, her facial expressions exaggerated while not a hint of emotion seeped through.

Lydie Heung stifled laughter and brought the mic on her headgear closer.

She demonstrated a grade A model walk.

"Like that."

Miteki Bless copied her, doing her own thing.

They had a good 30 seconds to get on stage, so they practiced one more time while holding hands again.

"This, this is much better. Emphasize your glare, glare more… it'll be a good first impression."

Miteki Bless looked into Lydie Heung's eyes. "Even my eyes scare me. There's no need for that."

Lydie Heung tried backing away, forgetting they were holding hands. Embarrassed, she swallowed her pride, "Pretty eyes like yours, that nobody is able to see into tend to be quite scary. It's weird, the dumbest analogy I could use for it… It's like the door to a bakery being left wide open at night, every night, in a neighborhood flooded with robbers. Eyes are like the windows and doors to a person's soul… it's vulnerable, yet even when it opens itself to you, you can't tell anything at all. For a robber in that neighborhood, wouldn't the bakery's opened nightly door be just as scary? 'Why is it open?' 'What's in there, for them to not be afraid?' It feels like the door is a trap, and the sweet innocent bakery is waiting for something or someone to take the bait."

The gist of it: something that should be familiar, something that should be there to take for granted, when it stops functioning, it's quite hard to ignore and uncomfortable.

Or, Miteki Bless would put it. "What an odd way to call a person's eyes pretty. You should be more direct."

She thought it was a nice thing to say. Another thing she had been thinking of seemed worse to say.

"You've been thinking of that for awhile now. I'm proud of you, you finally got to express it."

Lydie Heung let out an exasperated breath.

"Direct, how?" Rolling her eyes.

Miteki Bless tried making eye contact, but Lydie Heung wasn't having any of it.

"Your pretty eyes…" Lydie Heung's eyes went wide as she heard this in her own headgear.

She tried to warn Miteki Bless to watch her words, but she'd already said in that cool, glacial tone: "I'll sell them in an auction house and use the money to buy blue ice-cream, and I'm going to bite it to death."

Lydie Heung facepalmed.

Performing on stage for so long, she developed an eight sense for these types of things, smoothly acting like it was a bit by playing into it.

"May your endeavors to auction me off bare fruitful."

It was also a way to tease Miteki Bless.

The lights on stage dramatically changed into purple and blue spotlights.

They roamed and roamed, passing through each other, dancing like fruit flies in the eyes of the crowd.

Bam.

The entire stage lit up.

Miteki Bless and Lydie Heung walked into it with a stride of confidence, hands still held, hips glued as they swayed.

Lydie Heung chopped their held hands.

"Unchain me!"

She did a front flip onto a cartwheel into a roll.

"Unfortunately, your endeavors have come to light."

Miteki Bless smiled, or did she?

Lydie was good at improv.

"With a crowd this big, how could you dare kidnap and auction me off. Scum!"

Lydie Heung took the stance of a crane.

Her battle-ready stance.

Miteki Bless lacked stage presence and charisma, she scratched her head and said her faults. "I'm boring and can't do anything cool like that."

Her breathing could be heard on the microphone. It felt like it was air coming out from a weakly ventilated air-conditioner on its last breath, but the coolness it was extending was what saved you from the heat. "Honestly. I wouldn't auction you off."

"That's too horrible, instead I would keep you leashed to a pond."

On the close-up cam, projected all around the venue in big screens, through Lydie's makeup, her blush had gotten more extreme.

The crowd exclaimed, cheering at the accidental fan service.

"This new girl on her team, she really nails down that scary punk look, doesn't she?"

"That's her classmate!"

"How do you know?"

"Because they both go to my school!"

As if to emphasize how different this venue was from her usual performances, Lydie's team had hired an informal announcer. Who would speak every now and then.

"On this side!" The lights cut off, replaced by a coolish blue spotlight hanging over Lydie.

"We have our beloved Lydie Heung! On today's performance, she's a beautiful, lovely mermaid in distress!"

The blue spotlight disappears.

Splitting into purple beams over Miteki Bless, her eyeshadow sparkled and twinkled.

Those with a front-row view marveled.

Even the fan-cam zoomed in on her eyelids, and her dead pupils that absorbed the purple light into them, coincided with the zoom, a happy accident that seemed to have accidentally caused some squeals, accidentally.

"And on this side, we have her best friend!"

Lydie Heung winked. Consider this my informal asking.

She didn't know she had already made her way into Miteki Bless' heart.

Miteki Bless blinked. O.K? I'm still going to ask you.

"She may look like a desolate, iceberg of a princess, but as I've been instructed, she actually has a soft spot inside her! For Lydie Heung!"

What is this, comedy?

Miteki Bless' sentiments were unheard. The crowd busy making their own voices loud and clear, drowned out by eachother, getting higher and higher in octave volume.

Lydie Heung smiled genuinely, it was slightly scripted improv, so everything said came mostly as a surprise to her, especially in the delivery. She manipulated her smile a little, making it prettier for the fan-cams.

She waved and ushered Miteki Bless to wave.

Miteki Bless didn't wave, and was seen on the fan-cam just glaring at her.

Lydie Heung ran over to her, bouncing lightly, as if she were made of feathers.

She grabbed both of their hands and spun them both around, twirling, "Put that frown, upside down!"

"…? How many of these have you had already, and for your word choice to be this?"

Lydie Heung knew she had picked the right person for this performance.

So snarky, so fiesty, so mean, so easily upset, so grumpy-looking.

"Calm down scrinkly cat! I've always wanted to say that to you." She let go of their hands in order to wave her own in front of Miteki Bless' face.

Miteki Bless copied her movements, waving her hands in front of Lydie's face, changing it up a bit by leaning in.

Miteki Bless creepily backed away and stood with her arms crossed and body turned away.

A lot of fans found it amusing.

"Buckle up, the first round is starting!"

The announcer's explanation of the round was striking and exceptional.

Even Miteki Bless was getting excited, her palms sticky and shaking.

The announcer said something crucial that Lydie forgot to mention.

Loser does truth or dare.

Miteki Bless stomped her feet. "You! Why didn't you explain this to me!"

Lydie Heung threw her hands up in surrender, but Miteki Bless didn't stop there.

"You've probably rigged everything, haven't you?"

Some fans who were allowed to bring in snacks took them out without missing a beat, they wanted their mouths in on this drama too, by food.

"How could I? For me to rig something I'd need a vision of the future to predict every move you do…?"

"Knowing you, you probably damn do have clairvoyance!"

Lydie sing-songed, "Ooor… you're not as unpredictable as you think you are."

"Can we start the damn thing?"

Lydie Heung shrugged. Ignore me if you want, it doesn't change anything.

There was a very dramatic countdown.

Going from 10 to 1, the background music was some sort of metal instrumental. A genre Lydie didn't produce music in.

Lydie Heung wasn't in on it, from the fan-cams, she seemed flabbergasted.

Wrong, it's a lie.

She's a good actress, Miteki Bless herself was fooled.

The countdown ended and some UK Garage, alternative R&B song blasted through the titanious speakers.

Lydie Heung started her turn.

It was a freestyle, there weren't exactly words to describe what she was doing.

Twisting her body left, twisting it right with a raised foot, hopping with her back leg still on the floor, landing into a spin then a drop down.

Miteki Bless looked so closely, her tongue was sticking out.

The music was lyricless but by the instrumental, you could tell it was getting to the 2nd verse, which if Lydie reached without being predicted, a point would be allocated to her pocket.

If Miteki Bless guessed wrong, she'd give her free points practically.

Her game plan was to wait it out until exactly right before the verse change.

She was sort of cheating the system. If she tried to predict and failed, she'd give her one point plus the point given by the verse ending. If she predicted right as the verse ended, she could theoretically gain a point without it being as risky as failing and giving out more than one point.

She wanted to abuse this feature by pretending her moves would be predictable, then switching them up last second so Lydie could be tripped up into giving her more points.

As Lydie dropped down, Miteki Bless dropped down, and picked herself back up the same way Lydie did.

1-0.

Once the first verse ended and Miteki scored a point, they gave a 15 second intermission.

"Two more rounds, what did you guys think of that?"

"A little bit boring," Lydie smiled professionally. "I'll be glad when this little munchkin loses and has to pick between an embarrassing dare and an embarrassing truther."

"I can attest that it's a little bit boring. For Lydie's sake, I'm hoping her fans are entertained. I'm not excited for the truth or dare. Anyway, it's less boring for me because I'm not used to stage life and dancing so much."

The fans laughed at her saying, "I'm exhilarated." with one of the most relaxed, determined gazes.

The intermission ended and Miteki Bless started dancing a bit contemporary.

She moved and treated every limb as though it was a silk ribbon trying to tie itself. Tie, detie, float, don't sink.

Her body was perfectly on the ground, but it felt like she'd been flying around with the ethereal standards of an albino raven.

She slowed her movements down, and was about to commit to waving her arm like it was a wave in the sea.

She squinted as Lydie braced herself to copy her movement, as Lydie raised her arm and nearly copied the waving, Miteki Bless turned her entire body into a wave and made a circle by waving her arm up from below.

She did a flip, into a malpracticed split.

Lydie Heung failed to predict her, and the verse ended, giving her 2 points.

3-0.

Lydie Heung danced all the way through the 3rd verse.

To win a few points, she went for skills she didn't think Miteki Bless could do.

She did an entire range of breakdancing, eliciting the most screams Miteki Bless had ever heard in her life.

She ended her verse with a swipe.

During the 15 second intermission, Miteki Bless shared her thoughts. "I think she deserves 19 points, just for this."

She flicked one of her gel-sprayed hairs. "No matter what, whatever I do next is going to look awkward coming after such a presence…"

"Guys, what do I do? She's going to crush me."

"Too funny, coming from the person who's winning 2 points to 1."

"Fluke." Miteki Bless dismissed her.

The announcer praised her, "If it's any worth to you, I believe being able to go up against an experienced dancer like this is not only brave, but something you should be proud of like a hero wearing a cape!"

"Thank you so much!"

"Yeah, you're really good for someone who hasn't danced that much…" Lydie Heung said.

"Beginner's luck," Bless was disinterested, compared to her appreciation and interest from a nanosecond ago!

The announcer laughed along with the fans.

The astonishment and love for herself in the crowd was demanding in her ego. She loved the attention, for once.

It didn't feel pressurizing or compressed.

She started dancing again, and this time around her moves were stiff and robotic.

Lydie Heung guessed three of her moves and went up 3-4.

The intermission began.

"Can I be honest?" Miteki Bless asked the crowd.

She apparently knew how to interact with a crowd, because they started roaring.

"I was dancing so stiffly because I wanted Lydie-chan to dance poorly. No prettiness, I say!"

This was better than her saying, "Who's with me!?"

But the revelation made Lydie heat up.

She was being strung along at her own concert.

She decided to up the difficulty and bully the newbie.

Whether she liked it or not, she would without a doubt, chew out a piece of that truth or dare and embarrass herself in front of the world.

Lydie Heung made every muscle spasm venomous and viscous.

"She's really mad!"

"Cute! She really wants Bless-sama to suffer the consequences!

"Get 'em! Sick 'em!"

"You!—See—! How—! I told you—! It was!—Rigged!—" Miteki Bless stomped at every break.

Luckily, she was still paying attention.

Lydie Heung was at the end of her verse, and decided to mess with Miteki Bless by doing an easy move at the very end.

A wrist flick—which Miteki Bless copied with a flick of her own.

4-4.

"Are you dumb, Lydie-chan? Just cocky?"

Lydie grumbled, her eyes roaming the stage floor. "Cocky. Cocky."

The 4th verse, and the final round to win a point.

In clearer words, matchpoint.

Miteki Bless didn't know what to do.

She actually didn't care whether she won or not. She was in front of Lydie Heung's fanbase.

As long as Lydie Heung was Lydie Heung, she wouldn't be number 1 on stage.

Somehow, the round had been 45 minutes.

Miteki Bless hadn't realized how heavy she was breathing.

And they still had two more games to go through?

Miteki Bless was sick of it.

She'd just mess around, this was a game between friends.

Respectfully, nobody cared if she broke the rules.

She hugged Lydie, when the music resumed.

"Woooooooo!"

She hid her face from the fan-cameras, putting her face on the opposite side of Lydie's, letting it be at the forefront.

The crowd jumped, cheered, and swung their fists into the air.

Sweat spread about, perfume circulated, stenches drenched around the room, minty breaths, musky breaths, unscented breaths, eyes, lips, hair, feet, heads, everything commingled.

Lydie Heung looked so pitiful, and shy.

They wondered what she was thinking at the moment.

This is quite romantic…

"If I restrain you, how can you guess what I do next?"

"If I restrain you back, wouldn't I be predicting you?"

"If you try, I'll back away and it'll be considered a misprediction."

"I'll try to bait you into backing away and back away and it'll be considered a prediction."

"Can we just count this as a tie and we both do truth or dare?"

Lydie Heung mewled out a long drawn out hum, pretending like she was thinking. "If you dance with me?"

"Aren't I dancing with you later?"

"Come on!" Lydie Heung didn't need to do much to break free from Bless' restriction. She held her lightly, and it was basically only a hug even a baby could break from. "It's called fan service. If you can't even do this, then you'll lose next game!"

Miteki Bless' face was flushed red through the makeup, her shoulders were slumped, and her breath reached far, circling around Lydie Heung's neck like a noose. The effects were less obvious on Lydie, not just because she had better stamina, but because her staff steam had been more dedicated to her makeup than to Bless'.

Standing face to face in the fan-cams, one looked unreal and out of this world, while the other looked more grounded, but like an ethereal being that didn't belong to earth.

They fit each other visually.

"We can hold each other and sway. It doesn't have to be anything crazy." She coaxed her like a puppy.