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Even the white linen suit against her skin was causing her to perspire. What next? Sada extended her elbows out just enough that a little fresh air found its way into her suit jacket. The small amount of relief it offered reminded her she had been sitting there longer than she planned on. She had work to do. The music started up again and it was then that bewitched human dropped her arms back tight to each side. Lovely. It was all sorts of crazy watching her boss towering over the room that was specifically used for these moods of hers. The six foot and and half allurist that was infamously in denial was about to channel Ginger Rogers yet again and there she was sort of afraid to move while she watched it happen. At least she wasn't singing. The woman should never sing.

Why did she have to be the one to do this? Hantu should be strutting his whatever it is he would strut.Of course he was up to his eyeballs in work god knows where. Well, work that Blondie wasn’t responsible for. Did the woman actually ever sleep? There it was. Might as well cancel the rest of her plans for the night. The sheer burgundy material spun around like a whirlwind around her hips. The first signature sweep of that silver strapped dance shoe forward then to the side in a dramatic flair. Sada stared with a flat affect. She was hungry, bored and had to pee and the tootall female wanted to cha-cha.

Where was that creepy Langsuir? The possessor of that hiss in the frostbitten air that she never could see doing this. Petite fingers fluttered slowly in a smooth lift and drop one by one over her lap. Black as night almond eyes followed the one who governed her days and nights. It was far from a bad existence except for this part. This is when it started to get iffy. Dulce’s foot stepped forward and froze on contact with the ground. Her insanely long leg stretched out as did her right hand which rotated at the wrist then pointed to Sada with the palm up and the fingers beckoning her to rise and come one after the other until all folded into her palm.

“No thanks. I stared at your ribs long enough. Last time I …” Sada had some unexpected urge to get her feet on the floor and stand up. “That’s a bit uncalled for.” It was no use. She was already stepping towards the amazon like Martha Graham. “You know how this ends.”

Sada protested despite the dip of her head and the rise of her left foot to quickly kick left then right and drop and drag on the floor behind her. She needed to be creative at getting out of this potential toe crushing dance-a-thon. As the hiss of soles glided across the floor it came to her. Why had she not thought of it sooner.

“Why not invite over the woman you sent red shoes to? Remember the masquerade party? The two of you seemed to have…” Sada was cut off as she was twirled without warning and nearly dropped to the floor before being caught and pinned to her boss's side. “I had some dippin’ dots earlier. I don't think spinning me again is a good idea for the floors.”
“Every.” Dulce finally spoke. Sada was all too familiar with the lack of verbal return from her employer. “Her name is Every. And I think you are right oddly enough. She moves beautifully.”
“Then it is settled.” Sada bowed and stepped back before things advanced to where she was limping. “I will make the arrangements. I can ask her to bring her dancing shoes.”

Doing exactly that found Sada contacting the local boutique to send over a dress in Every’s size to wherever she could be found. It would match the shoes she would bring along. A gift tag included left the following invitation.

Free to sway, tango or to cut up a rug? If so bring those red shoes and yourself in this dress. For fun and for the memories. Waiting. You know who.

Sada returned to find her boss floating across the floor in the longest stride a fox trot had ever seen. Now all that was needed was Every to appear. Sada would nearly hug the woman in gratitude at first sight. She glanced at her watch. Of course she would come. Why wouldn't she?

The length of fingers curled at the base of the warm human spine pressed firmly until the chill of awareness was racing upwards to the back of Sada’s neck. Without missing a beat she brushed her foot in the air expecting to find the floor beneath her but it was not reachable. Of course it wasn’t. Not while the amazon in dancing shoes had the white linen suit in her claws. Warm almond eyes narrowed more as they looked into the icy depths of eyes that captured her years ago in a dimly lit dance club with similar moves. The bewitched human knew all of them now. This subtle one in particular she would never forget.

“I need some floor, Blondie.” The petite former cabaret dancer hissed through the rose bow of flesh that graced her face.

Dulce was all too willing to oblige the request. Her hand curled at the fingertips sending each pressing into the cushion of limited hot flesh beneath. Sada gasped. What was hidden beneath the surface of the business length manicure was no secret to her. It was the one that she fell hard for and never really recovered from.

The move had Ms. Abe in the start of a roll downward heading for the floor. Another gasp sounded which was cut short when her drop was intercepted by a flawless pull of the lethal allurist’s opposite hand coming in for the choreographed rescue. Up her suited body floated then twirled into a spin which returned the pint size Martha Graham back to her feet. She kicked her right foot back stretching in a clean firm line behind the left. Her poise was award worthy as she stood strong in place while her chin popped up to point to the ceiling above. The last beat of the music ended with the height of the blonde spinning once then stomping out the the music with the click of her sharp heel claiming the ground beneath her feet in finality.

“I took the liberty of setting out your suit for the evening ahead.”

The nearly breathless offer came from the woman who wore the peppered shimmer of sweat over the surface of her forehead and pale rapidly pulsing neck. It was not without notice. Chilling blue orbs washed their gaze over the temptation of salt and honey sweet skin at the ready.

“What is wrong with what I have on?”

Sada’s eyes widened considering what she was looking at. Was that a trick question she was about to be baited into? It didn’t matter. Sada Abe told Dulce Periculum exactly what she thought any time she was asked because the truth was the only thing that ever proved to set her rather fragile and tiny neck free. Her feet corrected into a casual relaxed position and her delicate hands formed at the minimal curve of her own hips. She allowed her assessing look to travel from the feet that held the statuesque business woman well over six feet. The bare show of what seemed a mile high inseam revealed a creatively wrapped topping of tasteful designer silk the color of sweet wine. It made her thirsty thinking about it and she pulled her lips inward to refrain from the thought of moistening them in front of her employer.

“Nothing.” The answer was just as short and to the point as both of them were know to be. “I will watch for her arrival.”

With that Sada stepped back and bowed lightly at the waist sweeping her left arm behind her back and her right lightly in the air in front of her. Her dark blue-black head bowed permitting her to straighten once again. Frosty eyes trailed the female to the doors of the room. Only when her assistant had fully disappeared from view did the pillowy lips not known to crack a smile lifted briefly at the left corner in unwitnessed appreciation of the small but mighty.