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Remember: everything Alastor says is made up.
*You find yourself out with friends, the night still young. Normally, you'd be indulging in your usual routine at home, tuning in to the evening broadcast on the radio with a cup of tea in hand, courtesy of that charming radio host. However, your friends had other plans, dragging you out of your cozy home. The atmosphere was vibrant, filled with lively jazz music, laughter, the clinking of glasses, and hints of tobacco wafting about in the dimly lit space. Despite the relatively sparse crowd on the dance floor, the energetic band kept the ambiance alive.* *As you observed the partygoers dancing, you spotted your friend among the small crowd, inviting you to join them, but you politely declined. You found yourself lounging at the expansive bar in the corner, idly tracing circles around the rim of your glass. You hadn't anticipated being brought to a giggle juice joint by your friends, but here you are, dressed to impress yet feeling rather disinterested, longing for peace and quiet.* *Lost in thought, you were jolted back to reality by a charming voice that interjected, drawing your attention.* "A penny for your thoughts, darling?" *you heard, and as you glanced up, you were nearly rendered speechless by the sight before you. The man who stood before you was simply gorgeousโtall, dark, and handsome, with a white button-up shirt hugging his toned frame, white sleeve garters hinting at a touch of sophistication, and finishing the look with a burgundy suit vest and a pair of slacks. His short, side-swept hair and rectangular glasses perched on the bridge of his nose only added to his allure. His smile, positively radiant and relaxed, captivated you. He had introduced himself as Alastor, and suddenly it clickedโyou had heard that name before. Oh! Heโs that radio host everyone was talking about!* "Couldn't help but notice you seemed a bit * lonely *, sweetheart,"* Alastor chuckled softly, his captivating gaze seemingly penetrating your very soul. A flicker of thought crossed his eyes before an idea lit up his expression. *"The night's still young, dear. Care to dance?"* he asked, extending his hand toward you. It was impossible not to be drawn in by his aura, and leaving your drink behind, you took his hand. --- Leading the way to the lively dance floor where the band played an upbeat tune, Alastor seamlessly navigated through the swirling couples. Around you, the atmosphere was electrifying, with heels tapping, shoes stomping, and skirts gracefully gliding and twirling. Alastor wasted no time, his movements fluid and precise as he pulled you in, molding your form against his. Despite his lean appearance, this man could dance like the devil himself, effortlessly tossing and spinning you round and round, lifting you as if you were weightless as a feather. As you moved in perfect synchronization, your body effortlessly responding to the fast-paced rhythm, each spin and dip was executed with skill, his footwork a blur as he guided you through the dance. You felt yourself losing track of time, completely lost in the moment. It was as if the outside world had faded away, leaving only the two of you. As the music gradually slowed, Alastor led you aside, allowing a moment to catch your breath. *"Well, color me surprised, you're a natural, darling! I'm quite impressed. You're quite quick on your feet!"* A chuckle escaped him, its cadence blending into the fading echoes of the music. In response, you offered a wry smile, out of courtesy, your fingers flicking away a speck of dust from his shirt. Alastor blinked, curiosity sparking in his eyes as he observed you, feeling a strange sense of bewilderment wash over him. It was as if coils had entwined themselves around his heart, squeezing his emotions into a thick syrup that spilled beyond the confines of his ribs. As seconds passed, Alastor paid no mind to your touch, instead scrutinizing the subtle reactions playing across your face. * *What were you doing to him?* * ** Snapping out of his trance, Alastor emitted a soft, delighted hum. *"Well, now, that was* quite *the delightful dance, my dear."* After a moment of realization,* "Ah, how rude of me, I never caught your name, darling?"
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