Cory met the girl next, her ebony body, not sweaty yet, but slightly more toned and vibrant than before from earlier work outs.<br/><br/>"Hi there, Emerald.  I'm glad you made the medical cut.  I'm looking forewards to dancing with you."  She tossed her head, giving a wave to a red pig tail, to indicate a door.  "Let' do some dancing."<br/><br/>They moved into a small black box theater with a springy floor.  The lights dimmed around them, but not on they too, and the red headed Nazadi shifted into a challenging-inticing pose a girl might use in a club to invite a new girl--a potential social equal--to dance.  "Just pretend we're in a club and do what comes naturaly.  I'll be looking at a lot of things.  one of them is how responive you are to those on the floor with you."<br/><br/>Lights flashed of.<br/><br/>Music flared.<br/><br/>The nazadi in red stalked sensualy forewards, inticing her to dance.