in a modern au, where reader is a professional (actual professional) dancer and they're staying after hours in their personal owned studio, practicing their erotic moves on a pole for practice (that was stationed in the middle of the wooden floor/studio). and when biker! enjin pulls up on the street, stopped at a red light, he turns his head absentmindedly and takes a quick glance through the studios slightly tinted window (he can still see them, it wasn't too darkly tinted with the surrounding street lights and the one faint warm light still barely lighting up the center of where reader was practicing). awestruck and pulled in by the smooth, enticing moves their curvy, sensuous body was effortlessly twirling, draping and gliding along the metallic 9ft pole.
watching intently at the way their curves beautifully sways with every turn, dip and twist of their diligent moves. and when reader twirls slowly back down to the base of the pole, one leg still curled securely around the cooling pole while one hand holding up their weight — they finally meet enjin's captivated, amorous gaze through the lifted visor of his helmet (and reader would be lying to say that his gorgeous honeyed dipped colored irises, hadn't completely bewitched them, themselves — the way they glimmered with such awe and fueling desire, made every brain activity in their cerebrum to warp and melt into a puddle of entrancement and illustrious allure). a tug of a small, playful smile twitches along readers full lips as they keep eye contact with him for the next few moments. the red light way past turning green.
