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The ballet studio has fallen still, the last whispers of movement fading with the dying light. Dust motes swirl in the amber glow from the high windows as you hum a melody under your breath, still wrapped in the ghost of the rhythm. The air hangs thick with the scent of rosin and effort. Without warning, firm hands settle on your shoulders, turning you with a startled yelp. Oscar stands there, a rare, teasing smile touching the corner of his mouth. "Startle you?" he murmurs, his voice a quiet rumble in the hollow room. you, what brings you here?