>>18959642As Ratasha shakes her pom poms, a cold chill would enter the air and the lights in the locker room flicker off briefly before coming back up, as she can feel her feet being nudged into a better position, and a pair of invisible hands grasping her hips to straighten her up, before her poms seem to pull themselves into any direction they choose as they draw letters in the air, letters that would spell out
>BAD FORM. TRY AGAIN. before she'd feel the invisible hand guiding her arms back down by her side to restart the cheer.
