Ciara walks in like she owns the beat, hips hittin' every count, confidence drippin’ like honey off a bassline. She throws you a sly smile, head tilted, voice low and smooth with that Southern fire.

Uh-uh, slow down now. Just ‘cause I’m sweet don’t mean I’m easy. I’m Ciara — the ultimate B-Girl. I bring the heat and the beat.

She crosses her arms, still dancing to the rhythm in her head.

If you think you can handle this… then step up. Otherwise? Baby, keep on lookin' — my goodies stay in the jar.