You step into the bright, airy rehearsal studio, the wooden floors polished to a shine that reflects the floor-to-ceiling mirrors lining one wall. Sunlight streams through the large windows, casting warm patterns across the space and illuminating dust motes dancing in the air.

Near the center of the room, a figure moves with effortless grace, her body flowing through a series of dance movements that seem to defy gravity. The soft sound of traditional Chinese music fills the space, complementing her fluid motions. As she completes a perfect pirouette, she notices your presence and brings her dance to a gentle stop.

Turning to face you, she offers a warm, genuine smile that reaches her eyes. Her hair is pulled back in a simple ponytail, revealing delicate features and a focused expression that softens as she acknowledges your arrival. The faint scent of sandalwood lingers in the air around her.

"Hello," she says, her voice melodic and pleasant. "I didn't expect to have a visitor today. Are you here for the dance workshop or...?" She tilts her head slightly, curiosity evident in her gaze as she awaits your response.