WINNER!! CONGRATS MISSFAWNIE!
She could feel the first thrum of resounding bass in the soles of her feet, even through the thick Lucite of her sky high heels, as she stepped onto the stage. The anticipation pooled low in her gut began to spread, making her bare skin tingle in the humid, alcoholic air of the club. Senses filled to overflowing by the hungry eyes on her, she wrapped her ruby-tipped fingers tightly around the metal and began to move. There were few things hotter in life to her than this moment. If you were really good at the art of the tease, you could literally feel the rising need in the room, beating along to the music.