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[color=red]Participants:[/color] Anastasia Arslan [@Ti], Fasha Sumbul [@jasbraq] , Kaspaan Mustaven [@Deja], Myrion Stevar [@Teyao]
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Ana found herself in an unexpected situation, as soon as she halted, other students swarmed around her. Both Kaspaan and Fasha extended their hands toward her, eager to invite her to dance. Surprisingly, even Myrion joined the mix, offering to take over the chores. Before she could voice any protest, he was off and running, efficiently handling the tasks at hand.

This left Ana in a slightly awkward predicament, caught between two options. With Kaspaan, their interactions had been rather elusive lately, and she had wondered if she had unintentionally offended him. Yet, she couldn't shake off the possibility that his avoidance was actually a manifestation of his genuine affection, as she had heard of boys tending to withdraw from girls they secretly liked. On the other hand, there was Fasha, her fellow Illuminaire, and their shared responsibilities added another layer of complexity. Perhaps this gesture was Fasha's attempt at fostering goodwill between them, or it could be yet another calculated move in their intricate dynamic. It was hard to say for certain.

Ana took a moment to contemplate her choices, and then a bright idea struck her. She decided to seize the opportunity and extend a hand to both Kaspaan and Fasha. Leading them onto the dance floor, she initiated a playful dance in the style of Varrahasta, a lively and rhythmic dance resembling salsa. With a confident smile, she stepped forward, her eyes locking onto the figures of Kaspaan and Fasha. The room seemed to fade into the background as she focused solely on the rhythm.
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As the opening beats of the salsa music enveloped her, Ana's body responded instinctively. Her movements were a seamless blend of sensuality and exuberance, a visual symphony that translated the music's passion into a mesmerizing dance. Her hips swayed with an alluring grace, each movement deliberate and fluid. Her arms extended elegantly, fingers beckoning and inviting, as if drawing her companions into a shared dance of emotions.

Ana's feet glided across the floor, the polished surface reflecting the playful glints in her eyes. With a series of intricate steps, she led the duo through a dance that felt both spontaneous and rehearsed, a testament to her prowess in the art of salsa. Her body and soul seemed attuned to the rhythm, each turn and twist executed with precision.

As the music swelled, Ana's dance became a conversation in movement. She engaged Kaspaan and Fasha with teasing twirls and captivating dips, her laughter ringing out like musical notes.

In this dance, Ana's vibrant red hair seemed to catch the light, adding a dazzle to her figure. Every sway, every spin was released giant energy which spread to those around her, as if the very atmosphere was charged with their collective enthusiasm.

As the music reached its crescendo, Ana executed a final dazzling spin, bringing her closer to Kaspaan and Fasha. With a flourish, the dance came to a graceful close, the three of them standing together in the centre of the dance floor. Ana's smile radiated the joy of the moment.

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