April stared up at the giant face towering above her. “Iris, this really isn’t what people mean by ‘lap dance.’ It’s one of those terms that has a specific meaning.”

“Yes, I am aware of this. It is a highly sexualised dance that involves rubbing against one's genitals, typically over the clothing.” Iris’s blank expression was impossible to read. “And it takes place on top of the recipient's lap. Is that not what we are doing?”

“Sort of, but like…” April trailed off as she tried to explain herself. “You know that most humans can’t just shrink down in size like this. How would it even be a popular mainstream dance for us?”

Iris shifted her weight, causing April to wobble and try to stay upright. “Untrue. You have told me that humans are frequently changing size as time passes. Is this not a natural part of the human experience?”

“It’s really not.” Although she wasn’t sure if Iris was being deliberately obtuse or genuinely didn’t know the difference between magical shape changing and growing up, April wasn’t sure either case would be worth the effort to argue with. “So, what do you want? A literal lapdance in your lap?”

Iris nodded. “But of course. I am curious what makes this activity so enticing that humans will give others their primary currency to experience.”

If that was what she wanted, April figured she could make it work. Not to mention it was kinda hot being so small that she had to balance on her eldritch housemates thighs. “Alright, but you have to play a sexy song. Half the appeal of a lap dance comes from the general ambiance.” Sure enough, the lights started to dim and a club song with a heavy beat began playing in the background. April grinned at the shift in tone. “Not bad, you’re really learning how to make this work.

She began swaying her hips in rhythm with the music. April closed her eyes and ran her fingers through her hair, going along with the mood and doing her best to be enticing. While she wasn’t a great dancer by any means, that didn’t mean she didn’t have moves. April got down on her knees and crawled up Iris’s thigh, giving her pale skin kisses along the way. She spun around, pointing her ass directly towards her and trying to grind against her torso. 

Unfortunately her confidence outweighed her coordination. April yelped in shock as she lost her balance and fell down face first into Iris’s thighs. She lay there for a moment before breaking out into laughter at the absurdity of the situation. “See? That’s why we don’t shrink ourselves down to this size and try to dance on top of someone. It’s too hard to balance.”