<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/>Tagging: Domino, open<br/><br/>Snow nearly jumped six feet when she heard the applauding behind her. Expecting it to be a smartass guy and therefore worthy of her wrath, she turned and instead laid eyes on one of the most sexy fucking brunettes she'd ever laid eyes on - and she was smiling at<em>her.</em>Snow flushed, then thought,<em>Obviously, the nasty girl route hasn't worked, and I'm never going to get anywhere by staying silent. And but god-DAYUM, I need to get laid!</em>and returned the smile. She turned, posed, and then bowed elegantly. "Thank you, thank you! I'm here 'til Friday!" she joked, then straightened and smiled, moving to turn the music off. Once done, she moved to the woman, heels clicking, and figured introductions were appropriate. "Hey! I didn't see you come in! Did you need the studio for a bit?" The body of the brunette made Snow's mouth water. UUUUUUNF, what was it about women like her with those killer legs that just made her want to throw them open and make the woman scream? The thought of making this beauty scream her name made the sizzle of lust pour through her body, and she shifted, covering it with a smile. "I can always go to headphones, if you like." Her eyes flickered, noticing the tattoo on the edge of her right palm. She had hers, as well, but they were generally well-covered because of her mom's nonsense, and she made it a point to look at that beautiful face and deep bistre eyes.