Yvette knew that she was pretty, even if she didn't always feel it, but she wasn't going to argue because she liked the compliment from Lara.

"I just mean there's a difference between looking nice and dancing professionally," she said. At the same moment though she hopped up on the stage without hesitation. She had never had a problem with being fearless.

She started to move to the music, closing her eyes at first, imagining Lara there watching her. She thought about how the woman made her feel, about guys and girls back home and along the way she'd been attracted to and just sort of... danced for them. She put all that desire and sensuality into a physical expression, blending in the moves of the other girls she had seen with her own.

After a bit she opened her eyes and locked them onto Lara's, making it an intimate show. She bit her lip, feeling her body flush, hoping the authenticity of how she felt would lend some authenticity to the dance. By the time it was over Yvette felt like she was going to crawl out of her skin with desire.

Instead, she did her best to casually hop off of the stage and shrug her shoulders.

"So, that's what I've got."