There's someone across the street doing square dancing, and he looks pretty good.
Lu Shen stubbed out his cigarette and narrowed his eyes at the man in bell-bottoms dancing in the middle of the square. Sloping shoulders, a pert bottom, a narrow waist swaying to the beat, and sequins glittering on his clothes.
Suddenly, he felt like falling in love. Hmm.
Old lecher top x unflappable square-dancing bottom
I'm going to write a sweet little romance for this one!
Coming soon to my drafts, start date undecided.
