A room of ice, illuminated in soft pinks and blues. It's a dancefloor, and couples are just starting to form. In the center, Catra, wearing a dark suit with magenta accents, extends her hand to Adora, wearing a red dress, with a smirk.

Adora looks away, groans, then faces Catra again and takes her hand. They begin dancing as a midtempo song starts playing by swaying toward and away from each other. Then, they start circling around each other, still holding hands in the middle.

"I don't know about you, but I am having a blast," Catra teases.

"Whatever it is you're planning, it won't work," counters Adora as they grab each other's hips and continue to circle.

"You sure?" They look into each other's eyes intently before twirling away, each dancing with other partners for a bit until, finally, they turn toward each other again.

Catra falls with her back against Adora's chest. Adora catches her with a hand on her shoulder, which Catra takes. "Maybe my plan won't work," says Catra, turning her head toward Adora, "but then again," she turns away, grabs Adora's hip, and swerves her around into a deep dip, "maybe it already has."

She draws Adora back up into a standing position, hand on her forearm. "Says where's your friend? Bow?"

Adora's eyes widen, then she rips her arm out of Catra's grasps, balls her fists and snarls. She jumps on Catra with force and as much of a growl as she is capable of.