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Somewhere between the club smoke and neon flashes, she dances like fire that chooses whom to burn. Everything about her is excessive: her sparkle, her rhythm, her confidence, and even her indifference. She is not searching; she is a discovery. Her body moves as if it knows an ancient spell, her gaze promising both paradise and oblivion.

There are hundreds around her, but it seems as if the whole room is revolving around a single axis - her. Men melt like ice in a glass, women search for the formula of her magic. And she just lives in the moment: now, here, at the peak. Not tomorrow, not later - only light, beat and blood, which has seriously decided that love can be danced.