Abida performed almost acrobatic feats in her moves. It made her smile to see Lilla keep up with most of the moves and invent a few herself. Abida would break from Sister Naser and shift to doing all sorts of finesse ridden foot work. Her hips would swivel and pivot, her arms raised and she gyrated, her body showed off all sorts of fairly well executed dance moves. "You have it... you have it." Abida would say to encourage Sister Naser on when it was her turn. Then Abida would go, swaying from side to side and working her hips, the fabric of her dress swaying and during times truly masterful foot work her skirt would be kicked up her enough to reveal the black panties beneath, her olive skinned legs seemed a smooth as silk, with only some signs of a sheen from some sweat from the marathon of dancing.<br/><br/>Abida no longer paid much attention to the rest of the room, though she did wonder if the rest wished to join or if they found this in poor form. Well whatever their opinions Abida didn't care a whole lot as she was having fun. Abida hadn't a clue what the others did for fun, or considered fun. What did Lady Anastasia do? Torin? The machine man? The Alien? Did it matter, Abida decided that for now it really didn't. At least Sister Naser cared to dance. Abida just say Lillas smile and her blue eyes seemingly enchanted by the very act of dancing.<br/><br/>When the music ended Abida had a fairly euphoric smile on her face, "Your getting it." She exclaimed with nod, her green eyes looking Lilla over as Abida caught her breath. In her mind she again compared the toned and stronger woman to herself, her body moved with a great deal of strength. Definitely someone who fought, or was trained to. Abida wondered a bit what her story was, who she really was. But again, that mattered little in the moment on the dance floor.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>