Spent a lot of time around pleasure houses. [He shoots Cid a quick look.] Without partaking. Learned a lot.
[Something about not being interested made courtesans like him. He's sure he could figure out why, but really he'd rather just be dancing right now.]
Worried about me or just my pretty little ankles?
[Clive, who has at this point just let the music take the lead, drifts back into Cid's orbit. He twirls to stop in front of Cid, back to the audience, and takes Cid's hand in his, placing it on his hip. Once Cid's hand is in place on Clive's hip, he rolls his body to the side and allows the audience to see his own hand splayed across Cid's chest, all while still swaying his hips.]
Something Isabelle taught me.
[The hand on Cid's chest drags down towards Cid's abdomen before moving back up.]
Imagine your body is water, follow the ebb and flow.
[Clive slides out from under Cid's hand and slips around behind him again, this time putting his hands on Cid's hips and guiding him so their movements match, breath grazing over bare skin.]
Make the people watching imagine that it could be them up with you, that they are your partner instead.
[He slides a hand up slowly up Cid’s side.]
And if it's still hard, imagine that your dance partner is someone you would want to touch that way. [Clive pauses, thinking.] Or be touched by that way.
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Spent a lot of time around pleasure houses. [He shoots Cid a quick look.] Without partaking. Learned a lot.
[Something about not being interested made courtesans like him. He's sure he could figure out why, but really he'd rather just be dancing right now.]
Worried about me or just my pretty little ankles?
[Clive, who has at this point just let the music take the lead, drifts back into Cid's orbit. He twirls to stop in front of Cid, back to the audience, and takes Cid's hand in his, placing it on his hip. Once Cid's hand is in place on Clive's hip, he rolls his body to the side and allows the audience to see his own hand splayed across Cid's chest, all while still swaying his hips.]
Something Isabelle taught me.
[The hand on Cid's chest drags down towards Cid's abdomen before moving back up.]
Imagine your body is water, follow the ebb and flow.
[Clive slides out from under Cid's hand and slips around behind him again, this time putting his hands on Cid's hips and guiding him so their movements match, breath grazing over bare skin.]
Make the people watching imagine that it could be them up with you, that they are your partner instead.
[He slides a hand up slowly up Cid’s side.]
And if it's still hard, imagine that your dance partner is someone you would want to touch that way. [Clive pauses, thinking.] Or be touched by that way.