Stanley moved his arms around, his legs around, and his body around as much as he could, hoping he was dancing well. He had been caught in someone else's power, so he had to make sure, whatever the case, that he came out of this alive.
He could tell his movements were awkward, dancing wasn't something Dulls ever really did. There were times when his mother sang some folk songs back home, but he had never truly danced.
He had seen people dancing though, mostly in the first and second quadrants of the city where people were less pressed for coins and could spend their free time not working.
Stanley tried remembering how those dances went and tried to emulate them, but he was failing spectacularly. If he got points based on how badly he failed, he would have surely gotten all 10 stars in this round.
"You have to dance better, or you will only get a single star!" the disembodied voice spoke once again, the sound coming from all around Stanley.
