As they stepped inside the familiar smell of the place entered her nose. The polish from the floor smelled of citrus, but above that, there was a lighter smell that perhaps only one of her sensitive senses could pick up. The smell of body glitter, makeup, and fabric. The costuming room was just off to the left side. She liked the smell of those things. Of course, she could only assume her costumes had been suitable to her. Marcus designed them and outfitted her with them in his vision for she had none of her own.<br/><br/>She looked back to her newest friend. Even though she couldn't see, she'd learned to look in the direction a voice came from and to adjust so that she looked in the direction where that person's face would be when she addressed them. She'd learned that it made most people more comfortable. Even if she appeared to be looking past them at some unknown sight. After listening to his words about dancing for herself, she decided honesty was the best way to go in an answer.<br/><br/><span style="color: #BF00BF">"I...can't say that I do." </span>Her head tilted down because she could feel his eyes on her.<span style="color: #BF00BF">"I am not special enough to waste a dance on...I simply breathe life into the visions of others."</span>She spoke.<br/><br/>His next statement took her by surprise. He wanted her to dance? Right here? Right now? She stood still for a moment before speaking in return.<br/><br/><span style="color: #BF00BF">"R...Right here? Right now?"</span>She asked. After thinking about it, a bit of spontaneity couldn't hurt anything. So she decide to dance for him as he'd requested.<span style="color: #BF00BF"> "Alright....I will dance then." <br/><br/></span>She focused on his words. The music in her head....Immediately what came to her mind was how trapped she felt with her father around here. He never let her do anything, he abused her, and how he made her feel so small in a world so vast. So she danced about that. She began to dance to a tune inside of her own mind that belonged to no composer. It wove a story of a beautiful being becoming caged like a bird unable to reach its true beauty. And after a few moments, she finished. She paused for a moment on the final pose before turning to look at him.<br/><br/><span style="color: #BF00BF">"H...How was that?" </span>She asked slightly out of breath.