Mr. Bossy Billioanaire and I
"I do it all—conventional, dance, tap— I have a dance troupe called Silver Moon France in the Bay Area, and we've even danced in just body paint."
"Artsy kind?" Pamela inquired, evidently sceptical. "And sexy?" Helena said, hoping.
"Yes." Amaya pulled her trench coat off, snapped her fingers, and began to dance to the rhythm coming from Chase's residence behind them. "Is this good enough?"
"Oh my god, those are some great moves," Nancy said. She cast a peek towards Helena. "Come on, Helena, you know this would save our bums. We don't have a choice. Amaya could help."
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