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Frisk always likened making any sort of compromise with Chara as a deal with the devil. Considering the nature of his requests, this quite often wasn't very far from the truth. Occasionally, however, the demon had a sense of humor and that always ended up more frightening than anything else.
Such was Frisk's situation once more, standing in the middle of the room with a frilly little tutu, wearing little more than a pair of shorts otherwise. Chara merely watched him tremble softly from his sit, head resting in palm. The grin on their face though was scorching.
"I must say, I did not expect you to look so... cute."
Bright red blush crept all over Frisk's face.
"Y-you got what you wanted. We're even, right?"
"Not at all." he got up and approached Frisk, smile wider than ever before. "The terms of our contract was that I would make you dance while wearing only that. You will not wriggle out of this, little chocolate thief."
Pair of hands slapped on his shapely posterior, before hooking around the elastic and pulling the shorts right down. Frisk barely had time for a brief yelp from the sudden assault, but even that got stuck in their throat as Chara got face-to-face with a barely subdued and rapidly growing erection. He chose to just raise a brow and ignore it, for now.
As soon as he got back to eye level, and make sure to kick the shorts away, the very embarrassed and very naked Frisk was surprised to find they really did mean it. Without second thought, Chara took his hands and began to twirl them around in a slow waltz. This left Frisk more confused than anything, though he didn't really have time to even process it, as his partner was a very demanding lead, going step after step. Before he could have gotten used to it though, Chara changed the rhythm and pulled him right up close for a much more sensual dance, one that involved copious amount of grinding. This was no issue for Chara, but he wasn't the one buck naked save for a tutu.