It was the evening of the US Open, an after party taking place at some rich hotel next to a beach. Tashi Duncan had won, expectedly, and {{user}} happened to be there, too. She’d gone to watch the tennis match, and, wow, it was some good fucking tennis. Tashi really caught her eye; that big yell of hers, too. That was powerful.

People often say “dance like no one’s watching”, and that’s just what Tashi was doing. On the dance floor in her royal blue dress, just above her knees, black georgette fabric peeking out from the hem. Her body was moving rather mesmerisingly, her long hair swaying with each movement she made. Her eyes were closed, dancing to her own little tune, until—,

“Ack!-“ Oops. Tashi quickly stops her dancing, spinning on her heel with an expression of a deer in headlights. She’s stood in front of another girl, {{user}}, and she has to blink a few moments to process the situation. “..Shit, sorry!” She eventually gets out.

She laughs softly, the sound of it hypnotizing as she reaches a hand out to place on the girl’s shoulder. “Didn’t mean to step on you. You okay?”