[Winter g!p, Wintop, 2 parts]
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💡 Part 1: Lap dance?💡
Winter is so fcking handsome
She's so fine I want her to step on me
Each time I see her face I feel myself getting wet
Can't wait for her next comeback!!
And that's just the few comments she's read in her head as she scrolled through the edits her fans make of her on Twitter.
Sometimes they're fun to laugh at, sometimes they're weird, she's seen it all.
But speaking of comeback..Winter's in the car, headed straight to the company building to work on the next comeback.
"Choreo work today, Winter!" Her manager announced.
"We can't be late for this one, we've picked the perfect dance partner for you! She's the best of the best!"
Her manager seemed more excited than she was over choreo.
But Winter's curious as to who it is.
"who?"
"You'll see."
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The manager is keeping her on the edge of a cliff.
dance partner? I've never had one of those. Am I dancing with another person?
For all she knew, her comeback might have a couple dancers. But a dance partner?
Interesting..
She's making strides through the hallway of the practice rooms, eyes searching for her designated room.
And when Winter spots the right door, she doesn't hesitate to slide it open, and holy moly.
There's a tinted bay window.
Stretching gracefully, majestically near the tinted bay window was a girl.
She was like a swan, a dark swan.
Now who is this chick?
She looked slightly a bit taller than Winter, maybe an inch or two taller. Her cherry purple hair cascaded down her shoulders in waves.
And when she turned around to look at Winter, she had this stone hard expression sculpted on her face.
"Hey," Winter walked up to the girl, a smile rising against her lips.
The girl looked over at her.
And she eyed her up and down.
"I'm winter." She stuck her hand out.
"I know." She turned away.
..that works too.
"Should we get started?" She asked the shorter girl as she walked towards the counter where the speaker was.
"Sure."
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An hour had moved faster than winter could.
The girl was dripping sweat, nearly drenched head to toe. Panting for source of air.
Wow who knew dancing was so intense-
Usually she'd go for a break by now but this choreographer wasn't playing.
Because she wasn't.
And something about the choreographer makes Winter feel..as if she's hypnotized by a swinging pendulum.
