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Before the little shyster can say another word, you've given him the sweetest smile in the world and slammed your foot into the place your mother taught you to kick men and boys who bothered you too much. Alas, rather than striking something soft and tender that would turn his voice into a girl's, you foot crashes into something hard as steel. It seems learning has occurred from the last time he flipped your skirt, though from the pained expression on his face it's clear his protection is imperfect.
Without letting the sweetness fall from your face, you tell him that, "You cheated. You're not supposed to wear armor to dancing classes, Sieg."
Sieg's lips thin as he tells you that, "I wouldn't have to if you didn't keep kicking me there."
"Well maybe if you didn't flip my skirt every time I saw you, I'd stop." With those words, you cross your arms and make a haughty sound.
"But I wanna know what kinda underwear you're weari-" Sieg starts, but Dieter puts a firm hand on his shoulder and gives him a look you know all too well. It's the look of a man who doesn't want to tell you that the next word out of your mouth will hurt far more than it helps.
"Sieg, no more flippin' the young lady's skirt," the dwarf tells him with a squeeze to his shoulder. As Siege gives a reluctant affirmation, Dieter's eyes turn to you, and you already know that he's going to chastise you as well. "Schnee, tempting a target it might be, don't go kickin' poor Sieg down there. It isn't right, <span class="mu-i">especially</span> since the boy kindly volunteered ta help ya in your trainin'."
"Kaaaay," you tell him. You know both you and Sieg will only keep the promise for a week, maybe two, but that should be long enough to master the footwork of this dance.
a) Half ass your practice
b) Half ass the dancing, focus on the footing
c) May as well go all out
>Roll 1d100
