Gina had never had such a strong desire for the floor to open up and swallow her whole. Being buried alive in the basement of Xavier’s seemed more merciful than being taught how to swing your hips and make the ladies bounce by a woman who could have easily been five times your age. It was embarrassing, though definitely ViewTube worthy to the outside observer. Dear God, Gina thought, if this were video recorded, she would never leave her dorm room ever again.

Gina moved, her hips having fallen into the pattern that Granny had instructed, but her boobs—those, she was struggling with the idea of “sending them bouncing”. It just… no. She wasn’t trying to draw attention to those. Granny’s voice cut through the din, and she shrilly contradicted the young girl before her.

>> “No, no, no! Just like this.”

And then—Granny went all-out in her dancing, and Gina came to a disbelieving halt, her eyes widening before the lower lid of her left eye was set to spasming. How on Earth was Gina going to dance like that? Before the old woman could scurry over to get Gina dancing again, Gina realized the error of her ways—it would be easier to start actually dancing than to continue staring. The sooner Granny got the results she wanted, the sooner that the blushing teen could make her retreat.

Gina started up again, swinging her hips in ways she hadn’t known possible, before that day. Her cheeks were still that lovely, lavender-tinted-pink in embarrassment, but she forced her body to move. Hips gyrating, Gina worked her way to her arms. Where the heck was she supposed to put her hands-?! Ultimately, the gargoyle put those upon her hips, shifting her gaze towards the old-woman. An embarrassed… and perhaps half-crazed smile touched her expression. This was ridiculous, and as abashed as the girl was, she was having fun. Gina put her hands up, the music pulsing through her, and she finally sent them bouncing, the thrumming music swallowing her laugh.

This was insane. And it was so much fun.

So much fun it was indeed to see the young woman dance into ecstasy. It was so much fun to be young as she recalled vividly from her own days... as a criminal woman with entirely the wrong associations. But then again she had made new ones. And now? It was fime to show another skill of old people.

Quietly disappearing she left the young girl to her devices. And the music. Loud notes going directly to your heart.