Corset

Two hours later...

Tori is dancing in the center of the dance floor, surrounded by many men who look at her with desire and lust. The naive little girl is left behind, as is the puritanical woman who couldn't enter a place like this. Her movements in the center of the dance floor accentuate the curves that her dress's corset emphasizes. From the bar, Sotomayor watches her, as if she were the older sister whose duty is to protect her. She raises her glass and toasts in her name as Tori smiles back.

She rushes toward the bar and continues to consume a few drinks.

"I've danced enough... Now it's your turn!" She pushes her onto the dance floor. "Show me how they dance in Paris!"

Sotomayor obeys, stands in the center of the floor, and starts moving sensually like a cat in heat. Her entire body becomes one with the music. She uses her hat as an element of the frenzied dance, gradually attracting glances and ending up surrounded by guys and girls dancing around her. Tori puts down the glass