<div class="floatleft">(http://www.smoksho.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/12/Shay-Discrete4.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier new;"><strong>Name:</strong> Domino Rocha<br/><strong>Age:</strong> 19<br/><strong>Status:</strong> 2nd year student | Forever Silver!<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> Purple hoodie, black beater, black basketball shorts, and Supras (http://www.salessuprshoes.com/images/cheap-supra-383-shoes_3.jpg)<br/><strong>Location | Date:</strong> Dance Studio | September 15th, 4:45pm<br/><strong>Mood:</strong> Chill but <em>interested...</em><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Snow </span><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: palatino linotype;">"Oh yeah, I can get down with Bey.I'm not a fangirl or anything but she's got some good cuts." Domino nodded matter of factly though blinked at the invitation to teach her to dance. "Uhhh... not sure that's a good idea. I mean, I can move," <em>and I'd be up for showing you just how well,</em> "but I generally avoid those things," she pointed to the heels on the redhead's feet, her nose scrunching up briefly. "Besides, I know something else that can be just as great a workout if you do it right." This time her laugh couldn't be mistaken for anything but an exclamation point to her poorly veiled innuendo.<br/><br/>Leaving that be for the moment, Domino did have manners so when Snow offered her hand the sporty brunette extracted her own from her pocket and took it in a firm but gentle grip. One that proved she knew how to shake hands and not that half-hearted cutesy version some were prone to doing. In the process she noted that the redhead's hands were soft and warm, and seemingly as well cared for as her own. "It's nice to meet you as well, Snow." Her hand lingered only a second too long, just long enough to be flirty without crossing the line into creepy. And it seemed she wasn't the only one feeling a little flirty if she was reading things right.<br/><br/>"I've got a year under my belt, so yeah, I'm quite used to this place. And you're right, it's not ALL bad by any means. But then, I'd say it'd be pretty hard to find a place where they gather some spectacularly hawt females who all swing my way to some degree or another to be all bad." She flashed a slightly cheeky grin but her dark eyes simmered in a way that should have made it clear she was indeed counting her present company as one of those spectacularly hawt women. Especially as she noted the little show that seemed to be for her benefit. <br/><br/>Amid the thoughts of palming that ass like a damn basketball and doing all manner of explicit things, Domino was a little late in noticing that Snow had been gathering her things but once she took a seat to change her shoes it was like the spell or whatever was broken. Seconds ticked by and somewhere deep down she wondered if her sudden desire to lead Snow straight to the showers for a little fun of the wet and slippery variety wasn't a reaction to other things that had occurred recently. Then again, did it really matter? The girl was hot, plain and simple, and Domino was neither blind nor a saint.<br/><br/>"So do you just dance as a workout? I mean, if you don't mind me asking that is, is it more of a hobby or is it a passion?" She asked curiously, her eyes finding Snow's face, her interest sincere though not enough to overshadow her lust.</span>