Miyari made sure her body was relaxed at it could be when she walked into the studio. Haruka and Akira were waiting patiently for her and her escort to enter Haruka approached her immediately.

"Glad to see you finally showed up, Saruki," he smiled.

It wasn't one of his happy smiles. It was the smile he gave when someone outside of the dancing realm was around but directed towards the dancer. Miyari knew he wasn't thrilled with her right now.

"Akira asked me a question and I figured I'd answer it," she replied.

Her cool was starting to die off and her true colors foaming towards the surface.

"Is this charming young man your new boyfriend?" Haruka asked somewhat politely.

Izaya grinned and pulled Miyari closer to his side.

"I never though you would have guessed," he jeered.

Haruka frowned.

"How much did you pay this one?" he demanded.

Miyari released Izaya's hand that was intertwined with hers and folded her arms over her chest.

"Is my personal life suddenly interesting to you, Haruka?" she demanded.

Izaya gently touched the side of her head, pulling it towards his chest.

"Sweetheart," he cooed. "You can talk later. I want to see the dance you promised me."

Haruka's mouth nearly dropped. Most of the boyfriends Miyari 'bought' admitted that they were being paid. Izaya had just proved that he wasn't by her side for money.

Miyari sighed.

"Alright," she sighed.

Izaya nuzzled her neck, kissing it lightly.

"Thank you," he cheered.

Miyari led him over to Akira.

"Are you ready?" she asked.

"W-We're actually going to do a performance?" he stuttered.

Miyari smiled gently and ruffled his blonde hair.

"We'll be fine," she promised. "Now go get dressed."

Akira nodded and rushed off towards the men's dressing room. Miyari turned around towards Izaya.

"The studio is through the double doors just ahead," she stated. "I'll see you in a bit."

Izaya gave her a confused look.

"Where are you going, sweetheart?" he asked.

Miyari pointed towards the women's dressing room.

"I have a costume I'm required to wear while performing," she replied.

Izaya grabbed her hand before she could walk off.

"Don't leave me," he said softly.

Miyari could've sworn that was hints of a threat in his words. She rolled her eyes.

"Do what you want," she hissed, irritation bubbling.

She spun around and marched into the dressing room. Normally Haruka would come in and argue with her as she got dressed but Izaya was not Haruka. As she pulled a luscious black dress from the costume rack, she spotted Izaya leaning against the wall by the doorway, his red-brown eyes fixed on her.

"Do you mind?" she raised her eyebrow. "I typically like to change without people staring me down."

Izaya smirked.

"There are security cameras in here," he stated playfully. "How come they get to watch and I can't?"

Miyari sighed. She should've predicted that kind of response from him. She walked over to her locker and boldly started to change into her costume. She ignored the burning on her back from Izaya's eyes. She made sure to dress quickly so that she wouldn't have to worry about Izaya seeing something embarrassing. But the dress was designed to expose a lot.

The black dress was made to be tight, especially around Miyari's stomach and hips. From the waist down however, ruffled cascaded down to the floor, even with her black stilettos on. A narrow slit traveled up to her thigh, almost touching the beginning of her fishnet tights. The top of the dress was just as revealing as the bottom. The neck like was sharp and cut off low enough to see a good percentage of her bosom. The back of the dress was almost completely bare except for the corset designed across it. The sleeves were transparent that were only connected to her body by a hole of fabric that was meant for her middle fingers on each hand and a dark collar that reached the middle of her throat. The sleeves were tight but not as tight as the material around her stomach, giving her arms some air to breath.

Izaya's eyes ran over her as Miyari twisted her hair up into a fancy bun.

"Don't you look fancy," he commented as she strutted up to him.

Miyari grinned.

"Akira and I have been working on a tango for the last few rehearsals," she informed him. "There are a lot of complicated dance moves and it's going to be. . ."

She paused for second searching for a good word that wouldn't set Izaya off.

"Extreme," she finished.

Izaya's hand gently touched her face and skimmed all the way down to her waist, eventually resting on her revealed back. His lips touched her forehead and he kissed all the way down to her ear.

"If he touches you in a way that I find offending," he whispered. "This day will not end well for both of you."

Miyari snorted and pulled away from him.

"I'm doing my job which is dancing," she replied. "If you're not captivated by me or my partner then find somebody better."

She walked out of the room and into the studio where Akira as well as Haruka waited for her. Her footsteps were loud, demanding the attention of the audience. Akira waited for her in the center of the floor while Haruka stood by the stereo. Izaya strolled into the studio and sat down in a chair against the wall, his eyes glued to his prey. He gaze was unyielding and intense, as if daring Miyari to defy him.

Akira took her hand in his, taking Miyari back to reality.

"Miyari-san," he's voice was firm and unusually fierce. "Please let me get into my character a hundred percent. I want to test my abilities."

Miyari sighed and assumed dance position.

"Akira-kun," she smiled. "If you didn't do that then how do you expect me to get into mine?"

The music started and the two of them immediately became serious. Akira pulled Miyari close as his hands moved up her back slowly, allowing them to get caught on every little thing. His face pressed close to hers and their bodies nearly brushed each other. Miyari pushed away only to be pulled back by Akira. The tango would become completely intense from here on out.

The performance was supposed to be a passionate struggle for the two characters in a desperate fight to show affection. Miyari's character was supposed to be scared and intimidated by Akira's but Miyari took a different spin on it. She made her character uninterested but yet completely taken by Akira's passion. Akira's character was trying to corrupt and conquer his desires to be with Miyari's persona but no matter how hard he tries to ensnare his lover she slips away. In the end, Akira would finish the dance winning Miyari but they had never decided on how exactly to end it.

As the complex pushing and pulling tango continued, Miyari kept a sharp eye on Akira's movements. In places he forgot steps he would improvise and let Miyari show off. He never stopped impressing her with how synchronized he could become with her.

Suddenly Akira took control and spun Miyari away from him as if pushing her away in defeat. She ended up stopping right in front of Izaya. She froze for a second but immediately continued on. She took two long strides but never completed the third. Akira's arms encased her and he dragged her back towards the center of the studio. As the dance was slowly coming to a close, Akira smirked slyly and Miyari could feel an alarming going off in the back of her mind.

Akira pulled his partner forward into a lunge, attempting to land a kiss on her lips. Naturally Miyari pulled away but he would simply bring her back. They did the routine a few times, getting faster and faster each time. All of a sudden, Akira dipped Miyari just as the music ended. His face was inches from hers. They had to hold the dip until directed to, which was Haruka's job. Akira must've known this as well despite his inexperience in professional dancing, because he took his chance. Miyari felt his warm breath on her face and in an instant she felt Akira's warm lips against hers. Time moved slowly but Miyari didn't dare move until she was told to.

"That was brilliant," Haruka's voice broke the silence.

Akira released Miyari and she stood up carefully. Even though the dance was over, the audience was still watching the stage. If Miyari turned to Akira to demand why he decided to kiss her, the audience aka Izaya and Haruka, would know that the kiss was obviously not part of the performance.

"I am thoroughly impressed," Haruka announced walking up to the two dancers. "I never thought I would see the day that you would dance so flawlessly with Saruki, Shinra."

Miyari gave him a sweet smile even as Akira's arm wrapped around her back.

"You finally have a partner that you can be serious with," Haruka beamed. "Isn't that wonderful?"

Izaya stood up, catching Miyari's attention.

"I have to admit," he said smoothly. "I was impressed as well."

He walked right up to Miyari.

"You completely seduced me," he jeered. "Congratulations."

Izaya's eyes met Akira's and Miyari could swear sparks started flying. Izaya smirked suddenly and Miyari sent him a glare.

"Akira," he grinned. "Would you like to join Miyari and me as we finish our date?"

Miyari was wrenched out of Akira's hold and into Izaya's.

"C'mon," he teased. "I'll be fun."