<div align="center">(https://s.yimg.com/uu/api/res/1.2/ga2TdXlw7FyXoZN48j6UbQ--/aD0zODA7dz02NzU7c209MTthcHBpZD15dGFjaHlvbg--/https://s.yimg.com/cd/resizer/2.0/FIT_TO_WIDTH-w675/b9a71b97470a17fca9199891588dcf31d0dc368c.jpg)</div>Name: Snowden Frost<br/>Rank: Bronze<br/>Location: Dance studio<br/>Outfit: Electric blue leggings, black shirt that's tied in the back and drops off the shoulders some, high-heeled black stiletto boots, black sports bra<br/>Mood: Eclectic and sexy ( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RDhRlm0C1n0 )<br/><br/>The dance studio's wall mirror reflected the redheaded woman's dancing, her moves strong, sure, and precise. She rolled around on the floor, gyrated, swung her shoulders, and flipped her hair about like something out of a music video. Her moves were almost liquid-smooth and sweat poured off her body, soaking her shirt, but she paid it no mind. Hair stuck to her neck and forehead a little, but was continuously throw away from the skin by the moves of the dancer. The music thumped loud from the sound system, a pleasant discovery, and was set at the perfect volume so that she could feel the base notes in her chest. It only encouraged her to dance more, and she couldn't stop - the music had her and she was kicking and moving.<br/><br/>The door had been left unlocked in case someone else wanted to come in, and there was plenty of room. She knew she was getting tired, she'd been here an hour already, and she was going to have to get something to eat soon.