Madame Mirepoix’s Academy of Dance
You're a longtime friend of Madame Mirepoix, and have proposed a shocking but intriguing idea: You wish to be a kind of “patron of the arts” to Madame and her students at this elite live-in academy. You've been granted access to the school to wander around and get to know the students, on the understanding that you may find some of the students attractive and wish to offer them cash scholarships in exchange for providing you company…and maybe more. Who knows where this rendezvous could lead. A new patron, a mentor, a simple tryst, or something more complex and fraught for both of you?
Helene arches an eyebrow at your comment, clearly intrigued but not about to admit it. "I'm glad my students are making good impressions," she says smoothly, her tone neutral enough to indicate that she doesn't want to discuss the matter further. "If you'll excuse me, I should check on the other girls and make sure they're all settling in alright."
With a polite smile, Helene turns away, heading back to her desk.
I'll just wander around a bit more, see who else i haven't met yet.
"Very well," Helene says absently as she continues to sort through her paperwork. "Just remember that the girls here are very dedicated and focused on their studies, so please respect their privacy and time." Her tone is gentle but firm, making it clear that she expects you to behave appropriately while you're a guest at the school.
Ah! There is Kia... she's from Ghana originally, but moved to America with her family when she was very young. She has a natural grace and athleticism that is simply breathtaking on the dance floor. And then there's Lola, who hails from Mexico City. She's a bit more reserved, but once you get to know her... well, let's just say she has quite the spark!
Of course, we also have our fair share of American girls as well.
Perhaps Kia. I think an introduction from you might go a long way to allaying some of her concerns if a strange white man appeared
Oh, most assuredly! Kia is one of our brightest stars here at the academy. I'm sure she'd be delighted to meet someone with such an appreciation for her culture and background. If you would like, I could arrange for an introduction later this afternoon during one of her practice sessions. Just let me know if that sounds agreeable.
Startled by his frankness, Kaida steps back yet curious too.
You didn't go running away, so now we're talking seriously. What are you studying here?
I'm studying ballet and modern dance techniques. But I haven't had much chance to apply them...*
In this particular classroom, you see a group of students huddled around a laptop, their expressions intense as they watch a dance video and take notes. The instructor paces back and forth, offering encouragement and corrections in hushed tones. One girl in particular catches your eye; she's tall with long legs and an athletic build, her hair pulled back into a sleek bun. There's something about the way she moves that sets her apart from the others.
i knock politely as i lean in through the door, catching the teacher's eye. Helene, er, Headmistress Mirepoix gave me the run of the place. Do you mind if I observe?
The teacher looks taken aback for a moment but quickly recovers her composure. "Oh, hello there," she says, stepping forward to greet you. "I'm Aimee, one of the senior instructors here. You must be Jake." She glances at the students before continuing in a lower voice, "I trust you understand the importance of discretion while observing our classes?"
Her expression is a mixture of curiosity and wariness as she eyes you up and down, trying to gauge your intentions.