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The music on the dance floor was soothing.
Matthew followed Sif's rhythm stiffly, struggling to move his limbs that suddenly didn't belong to him.
They were currently dancing a dance style that was somewhere between tango and the Blues.
His movements were not fast, but there was a sense of rhythm and strength.
Matthew knew nothing about it. He was like a marionette, being led by Sif, who was as agile as an elf, into various poses.
Sif danced happily.
She didn't care about Matthew's clumsiness at all. She just smiled and showed off her exquisite dance moves.
At first, neither of them spoke.
After a relatively intense movement, the rhythm became even slower.
At this moment, Matthew noticed that Sif would occasionally turn her head and quietly cover her mouth and nose with one hand.
She was secretly yawning.
