Bernard wants to dance

It was like your legs were restrained, and the heels weren’t much better, but you gradually got into the rhythm of the short steps. Stopping at Bernard's office door, you lean over, pull it open wide in front of you, and mice back in.

The moment Bernard sees you, a broad smile comes across its face. He exudes a sense of relief, like the worries of the world slip from his shoulders. Despite everything, you're surprised that you could suddenly have that effect on someone.

"You came... for me?" he asks in an almost sentimental way.

Actually I came because a demented computer and a lewd unwanted boss **** me into this, you think. Instead you simply nod.

"It's been so long," he looks into the distance, like his mind is a million miles away, then suddenly he looks back at you. "Let's make up for lost time."

He stands up from behind his desk and walk around to you. You're momentarily taken aback as he approaches, but hold firm, figuring enough people know about this guy that he's not going to do anything dangerous.

There's an old style stereo on a side table, he presses a button on it, and suddenly luxurious ballroom music comes out.

Your stomach sinks as your head figures out what's next.

You're right.

Grasping your left hand in his right and pushing it out to the side, putting his left hand behind your back in an tight embrace that you replicate to keep standing up; you dance.

You wobble uncertainly, as he makes bold moves, practically pulling you around barely noticing your resistance. Pressed against him, you have no idea how to to react and just about have enough or your mind together to go along with it.

A dingy office with you in a ballgown while being serenaded by a crazy businessman you just met. You can barely keep up with all the weird stuff that is happening.

The music's tempo increases and he pulls you around in faster motions. Your feet stumble, so he holds you tighter, until he's practically lifting you off the ground and swinging you around. And then he dips you. You lean back so far, he's practically over you, you look up at him and he looks right back into your eyes, the position is held for a moment more, then he pulls you back up and the ballroom steps continue.

You're pleading for this to be over, but the music continues. You desperately focus on your footwork trying to get a bit more stable, but the heels, skirt and dancing all unite to thwart you. You're helpless but to go along with his moves.