connection: one of her students parents / siblings / babysitter
She shouldn’t have been dancing like this, but she couldn’t help herself. Ever since her brother had died, there was something so attractive to a careless and ignorant lifestyle, which explained the situation perfectly. Sienna’s hips were gyrating against the person’s behind her, the liquor flowing freely throughout the veins of her body. Everything about this was intoxicating to her and made her feel something more than an overwhelming amount of pain that she usually kept to herself. For now, she felt free and carefree. As the song changed beat and tone, Sienna turned around, hands resting on the shoulders of her dance partner before she was raising her gaze to examine the person’s face. Her face instantly fell. “What are y -” she started, instantly recognizing the person before her: one of her student’s relatives. “I was just...” Sienna felt that impending dread of the carelessness leaving her body as she slowly backed away. No teacher should be spending their Thursday night dancing like this whenever class was in the morning.