where: their place with: @eatabug (angel)
"-- and then this move, but i'm stuck after that one. i don't think the song is right, but it might just be that the movement is off. i swear to god, a girl takes a week off and it's like she's forgotten how to dance completely." a sigh falls out of dizzy as she pauses the music playing from the speaker beside her and shakes her hands out. one of the very few things she has going for her in life is that she's always been great at choreography, she can put on a show, and that's what has most of her repeat customers requesting private time with her, but right now, recovering from being sick and feeling like she's been locked in a fog for the last week, she can't seem to get back into the swing of it.
"fuck it, maybe improv is the way to go té get back into it. it's not like half of my regulars can appreciate a good chassé anyway, right? they just want hot woman half naked jiggling." a groan leaves her, and she falls backwards onto her bed, tossing an arm over her eyes for a moment. "anyway, enough of my whining. sounds like you and darcy are all loved up again. how's that going?"