"William, you're still dancing here? You'll be on in a few minutes!"
Catherine admired William's body and dancing with drool practically spilling from her mouth while trying to rouse him from his trance.
However, William's consciousness wasn't immersed at all. It had remained focused on himself the entire time, and he was well aware of the time.
"Don't worry, I know exactly how much time I have... Mr. Rabbit is showing off his dance, and such an opportunity is rare. I only need to leave the last minute."
William had already grasped the "rhythm" contained within the dance.
He used full-body seizures to control every muscle and keep up with the rhythm. Not only did his body avoid collapsing like the audience's, but the immersion in the hot dance's rhythm gave his body an unprecedented sense of comfort, as though every muscle were being activated in the process.
William even felt as if he had returned to that underground club, dancing wildly alongside a group of Rabbit Men.
This is completely different from the body Teacher Zed bestowed upon me. This is a shared, fervent physical experience! No words are needed. Deeper communication can be achieved through nothing but the trembling of our bodies.
If I keep dancing like this, I should be able to complete a proper warm-up before my performance begins.
The final minute arrived.
William decisively stopped dancing and called back his attire, but the writhing Gentleman's Attire only stopped beside his feet. It seemed rather resistant and unwilling to climb onto his body.
The reason was that William's entire body was drenched in sweat after the hot dance, as if coated in a layer of polish, and he also gave off a heavy odor. Yellowhide, hidden within the attire, clearly loathed the smell.
But with only