After drinking a significant amount of Rose and double checking her outfit to ensure that her attire fit properly and remained in tact — a long, flowing sheer skirt with a high slit stopping at her upper thigh and a jewel-embroidered bralette to enhance the cleavage made by her breasts, NOLA awaits the calling of her name and announcement of her song before the opening key to Christina Milian’s DIP IT LOW rang out through Spike’s studios.
“He says he wants you, he says he needs you...” She lip-syncs into the mic as she makes a seductive entrance, drawing back curtains to a Middle-Eastern style set that paid homage to her native roots as she emphasized each sway and dip of her hips. At her side, three men rushed towards her as she rocked to the music, holding her hands up in a subtle manner to get them to fall back at her command. “It’s real talk, then why not make him wait for you?” She holds her finger up before raising it, watching as the background dancers moved at her doing before continuing her sultry strut down the stage. “If he really wants you, if he really needs you, really got to have you — take your time and feel him out,” While belting the line, two more female dancers dressed in similar threads as NOLA rushed towards the stage and placed themselves in front of the available men, wining their hips slowly and in sync with hers as she gave the audience a slight tease to the bare skin she’d been hiding behind the sheer fabric of her skirt. “When he’s a good boy — I mean, a really good boy...” Her hands run along her body from waist to torso, lowering her body at the same time in front of the male dancer assigned to back her up before positioning her index finger to her mouth and biting down, giving the audience another wink as she tossed her hair over her shoulder in preparation for the beat to pick up. “Why not lay it let him lay with you? That’s when you give it to him good.”
The chorus of the timeless song rang out almost immediately as NOLA and her dancers bent at the waist in front of the men, singing along with the lyrics as the ambiance of her dance gave off the same amount of energy as the lyrics instructed. “Dip it low, pick it up slow, roll it all around — poke it out, let your back roll,” NOLA repeated as she brought the male’s hands tightly around her waist to raise her upward against his body, grinding her hips against his waist in a slow, wining manner, that matched perfectly in tune with the song that played before turning around to that her backside was facing the audience. Her back then arched, lowering herself down with a hand against the abdomen of her dancers before letting her ass bounce with every single word. “Pop, pop, pop that thang — I’mma show you how to make your man say, oh!” NOLA repeated, raising herself back up to the dancer’s height before wrapping her leg around his and rolling her body slowly along his while looking the crowd in the eye, a wide smirk lining her face the longer she got into it.
BLAH BLAH FUCKIN’ BLAH, Y’ALL KNOW THE WORDS. THE END.