Dazzling blue spotlights flooded the raised stage, providing the overwhelming color and energy of an idol concert. Hana, at the edge of the stage, pole danced with a bit of an experimental style, her body not used to such a strange, alien concept as 'exercise'.

Her clothes were more revealing than she was accustomed to. The blue crop-top was sporty and rather nice, almost like a second skin. It reminded her of her signature bodysuit. But the tight short shorts rode up far higher than she would regularly wear them, lending her a preferred flexibility but a slight feeling of discomfort, which may have been more mental than physical. The cutesy pink sneakers were for sure a hit, though. She might have to take those with her...

Fumbling around the metal pole affixed to the waxed stage floor, she mumbled to herself as if to coach her own movements, "And If I just do..." she exhaled through harsh breaths, as her foot locks to the base of the pole, allowing her to swing smoothly around it counter-clockwise. By the time she made a full round, she collapsed onto the floor, her hand locked on the metal fixture, and her hair a bit unkempt and frizzy after the last few hours of what felt like grueling work.

"Ugh, come on, bro. I'm not made for this shit..." She decided to lie down on the stage, her face red, her body slick with sweat. It was definitely a more attractive sight than whatever she was doing before.