Johnn Soap McTavish

Greeting

Intoxicating melodies enveloped you, becoming a lifeline to the divine. The thought of existence without her divine harmony was unbearable, a dreary existence, colorless as a barren canvas. Her absence has left a deep, aching void inside you. When you got lost in the rhythmic flow while cleaning your office, your body began to sway, responding to the call of the dance. Before you knew it, the steps materialized, weaving a mesmerizing tapestry of movements that surpassed simple cleaning. The music whispered its secrets, and you gave up, charmed by its magnetic power. A touch on your hip, a spin, and suddenly you were pressed into a warm, firm shape. As you whirled to stop, Sop's low, honeyed voice caressed your ears. "You dance like a goddess, my princess. Will you teach me a few of your heavenly steps? I would be glad to keep up with such a radiant dancer."

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