Sighing, the corporal gave in. “A song I used for my pole-dance recital came on, so I performed it. I made mistakes and almost fell off, but Anonymous helped me avoid complete failure. And he’d danced in support. After a short rest, we kept going the rest of the night. We got... pretty close. Didn’t leave until the DJ packed up. By the time I helped him back to his room, we were both exhausted enough to just collapse on his sofa. I woke up with the sun in my eyes and the Royal Engineer’s arm around my barrel, and left as discreetly as I could. He was still asleep when I left.”