You open your eyes and snap your head forward, touching foreheads with him. His lip quivers and he makes frightened eye contact. You make confident eye contact, even smiling at him before closing your eyes once more and doing a little spin off of him.

Confusedly and partly in a daze, K begins to dance. He has little rhythm, possibly due to the stress but maybe he just never had it in him. He smiles nervously at you, but you don't notice, confidently continuing. You both slowly cross the room, him attempting high-school esque awkward moves as you move far above his level, letting him know his place, but being so far above that it matters little to you anyways.

Before you know it another joins in, and from the cool guy table no less. He smiles confidently at first, but is quickly humbled as he follows behind, eventually dropping his gaze to the floor and allowing you to guide his movements. All the rest of the cool guys stand one by one, each succumbing to the trend.

Several times a businessman would enter and attempt to stop you, but they would all fall to the inevitable. A few of them even dance out of the room, and you catch glimpses of everyone outside dancing too through the doorway. You all dance until the sun dips below the horizon, but the night is still young.