Of course it can

"Anyway Hanes, I need to see you dance." Madame Baurstreid spoke.

"Huh?"

"I need to know what I'm working with. So dance 'til your heart's content so I can see your potential. Then I can build up your talent based on what I see. I will play some music and you will move to the rhythm however you wish. You need only dance." The madame moved towards a table with a sound dock.

"H-Hold on a second! There's no way I'm dancing around in just my underwear again!"

"You should have thought of that before you neglected to buy your own tights for my class Hanes."

"I didn't know...!"

"Though this works out fine I suppose. So long as I can keep an eye on how your muscles move, this might work out even better. If you fail to bring in your tights again, I shall make you dance in your undergarments as the next best thing."

Luke waved his hands, "Wait a minute, I said I'm not dancing!"

"Oh, aren't you now?" The madame moved towards the door on the opposite end of the dance hall. She opened it up and spoke a few words to someone on the other side. She then stepped back and let the person standing on the other end inside. It was a young woman with long blonde hair who didn't fail to take notice of Luke standing in the center of the dance hall in his underwear. The girl gasped placing her hand over her mouth and Luke responded with a blush and as he threw his hands before himself. "Hanes, this is Cerine. She is one of your classmates, one of many who are waiting in the room next to this one. Shall I fetch another?"

"No, don't!" Too late. The madame brought in a brunette girl with her hair in a bun who pointed at Luke and let out a laugh.

"Oh my God! Why is that guy in his underwear?" The madame introduced this girl as Petra. Baurstreid wasted no time bringing in the next girl who also went wide-eyed at the sight of the barely-dressed Luke.

"Okay, Okay! I get it! I'll dance! I'll dance! Just stop letting people in here. This is embarrassing enough as it is!"

"That will depend on your performance." The Madame crossed the room to a blue tooth device and hit play. The music was a familiar girly pop song Luke had heard over the radio a thousand times so he new how the song went. Luke took a deep breath and started twirling as Madame Baurstried, Miguel, Max, and his three classmates watched intently. Luke pulled off every move he knew, which to him, felt like a lot of bouncing, hip swaying, and waving his limbs about. He hoped he looked as cool as he tried to lead on but Luke was certainly no professional. He kept thinking he must look ridiculous in front of these girls. Nevertheless, Luke managed to get into the music after a minute or two and started to have fun with it.

After the song ended, another song played and the Madame gestured to Luke to keep dancing. The next song had a bit of a groove to it so Luke put a little more shoulder into his dancing. He did all he could not to face the girls watching him from the side of the room so his eyes were closed most of the time as he spun about the place. When the song ended, the instructor held up a finger for one more dance. Luke groaned, but when the next song played Luke just fell right into it. He didn't know if his dancing was any good but it was easy for Luke to let the song carry his movements. Luke would never admit this to anyone but these catchy pop songs were actually growing on him.

As Luke swung about the dance floor he worked up a bit of a sweat that left a sheen across his chest and brow. When the last song finally ended, Luke instinctively concluded his dance with a twirl, a fist pump, and then a bow. droplets of sweat fell off of Luke's forehead and he was panting heavily as he face the ground.

Despite the circumstances, Luke did feel quite an endorphin rush after all that dancing so the corners of his mouth actually raised a bit. As Luke raised his head, the silence of room granted Luke some clarity of mind as he faced Madame Baurstreid's stern gaze. As Luke gathered his bearings, the silence was interrupted by a thunderous applause. Luke turned to the source of this racket to see well over a dozen girls lined up by the wall clapping and laughing as their eyes honed in on Luke. Luke froze in place. His face was red, his body glistening, and his briefs were slightly dampened from his own sweat. There were only three girls let into the dance hall and now there were fifteen all looking at him with smiles on their faces. "I...uh..." Luke found himself speechless.