I don't want to steal your freedom
you don't have to change your mind
Harper barely hears the entirety of what Bastien says, mind abuzz with excitement, but he at least does his best to pay attention. He's not sure what the dancing around words is about. They're here to grind, dance, and strip, and Harper is more excited for that than he probably was for any of his birthdays. Or maybe all of them combined. He's a performer, completely comfortable with his body, and a major flirt. What more could he ask for in one evening? Oh, aside from the beautiful woman keeping a shrewd eye on them.
The music starts, and everyone falls into line after that. Harper watches as they begin, content to be the last as he happily surveys the line of beautiful men. Honestly Rexanna has the best job in the house and he quite envies her position, but he's also not one to back down from a challenge. Even a self-imposed one.
At least the music is infectious and easy to move to. He starts simple, getting a feel for the beat, the dips of the music and the speed of it. As he goes his body coils sinuously, spinning on the balls of his feet and contorting in shapes he probably shouldn't be able to. Luckily he has kept up with his training since coming here, would never even dream of slacking, so it's easy to slide down into a full split and then bend backwards over one leg, beginning the slow and languorous upward slide as his shirt falls away from his stomach to coil beneath his arms. It's easy from there to entirely remove the garment and toss it away, hands running down his skin as he bites his lip and winks playfully at Rexanna. Lost in the fun of the show, in the dip and flex of his own muscles. This is the best night ever.
The music starts, and everyone falls into line after that. Harper watches as they begin, content to be the last as he happily surveys the line of beautiful men. Honestly Rexanna has the best job in the house and he quite envies her position, but he's also not one to back down from a challenge. Even a self-imposed one.
At least the music is infectious and easy to move to. He starts simple, getting a feel for the beat, the dips of the music and the speed of it. As he goes his body coils sinuously, spinning on the balls of his feet and contorting in shapes he probably shouldn't be able to. Luckily he has kept up with his training since coming here, would never even dream of slacking, so it's easy to slide down into a full split and then bend backwards over one leg, beginning the slow and languorous upward slide as his shirt falls away from his stomach to coil beneath his arms. It's easy from there to entirely remove the garment and toss it away, hands running down his skin as he bites his lip and winks playfully at Rexanna. Lost in the fun of the show, in the dip and flex of his own muscles. This is the best night ever.
I just want to make you love me
so please let me take my time
HARPER
