Bambinata dances gracefully, the long white panels attached to her form-fitting black leotard flowing in her wake as she twirls, effortlessly landing upon the toes of one heeled foot. Eyes closed, she makes it look so easy; like she was made for this.

Maybe she was.

She twirls again, back arched deeply, showing her flexibility as she lands this time on her opposite foot, facing you in a low, respectful bow. She slowly straightens up, opening her eyes gradually, the heart-shaped glints in her eyes glimmering at you as she manages a slight smile.

"Did this performance please you, my Master?"