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The paladins had all kept up with their Tik Toks. On occasion, they would all update each other on their newer clips. It had not been one of those times however when Lance burst into the lounge and screamed, "OH MY GODS YOU GUYS, LOOK WHAT PIDGE DID!"
Everyone quickly huddled around Lance and his phone and watched the video.
It showed Pidge in a black crop top with a green paladin symbol across her chest, which straps had fallen on her shoulders. Adorning her hips was a black skirt with various green acessories in many shades of the color that reached the floor. It did not seem to have sides so her legs were completely visible. Thankfully, their green paladin had the sense to wear a pair of shorts under the skirt, even though it was visible. On her feet were ballet shoes with green ribbons, and there were gold bracelets embellishing her arms.
The dance she was doing had a lot of... hip movement. Though it was nothing compared to the flow of Lance's hips when he danced, her love handles jutted out and radiated confidence, sexy confidence, the kind of confidence that said 'I am not afriad to maim you, if need be. So you better hope the need doesn't come.', scary confidence. After the bass dropped in the clip, Pidge started belly rolling. The action had Klance™ cheering her on ("SHAKE THOSE HIPS HONEY!!!"), Shiro needing to be comforted by Allura ("Where did I go wrong, my only daughter dancing provocativly on the internet?"), while Allura herself was secretly proud ("Yes, own your power, Pidge!"), and the yellow cinnamon roll of sunshine of the group a blushing mess on the floor.
Pidge walked in to the lounge at the moment.
And walked back out the second she realised what had just occured.
Needless to say she didn't post another video like that again...
At least not publicly of course! ;)