Slowly, she walked into the dim-lit room. The smoke filled her breath, but she didn't cough. Lights shifted to her porcelain figure. The music began.
She began to move. First slowly, like she was swimming. As the music grew more intense, she obeyed its current. Her movement became fast yet flexible, ferverent yet fluid. Every motion was grace. She was like water to the melody around her. Her hair shined like a pink-red ribbon as it followed her.
The song ended. She grew still. Her dance was complete. She bowed to the applause.
She began to move. First slowly, like she was swimming. As the music grew more intense, she obeyed its current. Her movement became fast yet flexible, ferverent yet fluid. Every motion was grace. She was like water to the melody around her. Her hair shined like a pink-red ribbon as it followed her.
The song ended. She grew still. Her dance was complete. She bowed to the applause.