Dancing Princess

You would never in a million years have guessed Nina Simone. But then Diana begins her dance.

And suddenly Nina Simone is the most erotic music you could ever imagine.

She starts moving her hips and shoulders, slightly at first. Then her arms join in. Her head starts swaying. Her feet move, not just shuffling side to side but almost something a ballet dancer would do. Her eyes are closed, her focus inward.

"Does this meet with your approval?" she asks, her tone daring you to complain.

"So far so good," you say utterly failing to sound casual. "Tho the Cat Lady sweatshirt doesn't really match the vibe."

She smiles to herself as if she’d been expecting you to say that. "It's so comfy tho," she purrs as her hands play with the bottom of the sweatshirt, pulling it up a few inches to better show off her hips and, as she turns around, her perfect ass. You get a tantalizing glimpse of skin above the top of her yoga pants.

“But I suppose you’re right.” She twirls in place and suddenly whips the hoodie up over her head, sending her dark hair flying. You almost fall off your chair, but she tosses the sweatshirt aside nonchalantly, as if she just decided she'd be more comfortable without it. All the while her eyes remain closed, as if she's dancing for herself and you just happen to be there.

You realize that's the whole point of this performance, to say she's dancing for herself, not because you're making her. And honestly? You can't even mind.

Underneath she’s wearing a dark blue athletic crop top that fits tight across her chest but leaving her stomach bare. Nina begins a new song, slower and even more sensual. Diana's movements become more energetic, more athletic, as she moves around the room spinning and swaying, her arms waving, her hair flying. She throws in a cartwheel that leads into a handstand where her legs bend and move around hypnotically. Pushing off with her hands, she flips onto her feet, facing away from you, then bends over backwards like she's going for Limbo Champion, black hair cascading to the floor. Her fingers barely brush the floor as her legs snap over her head and she stands upright again.

She dances around the room lightly, then bends sideways into... something like a cartwheel but rolling on her shoulders rather than her hands, which you wouldn't have thought was physically possible but she does it anyway.

Next a one-hand handstand collapses into a roll down the side of her arm to lay on her back. She rolls on the floor in something that might compare to breakdancing the way an MMA fight compares to a boxing match. Her athleticism is on full display but it never stops being sexy and sensual.

Nina shouts to the world how good she’s feeling, and you know exactly what she means. Wonder Woman finishes the dance balanced on her tiptoes, arms outstretched, head back and body arched triumphantly. As the music ends, she drops back into-a normal standing position, arms at her side, hair falling forward obscuring her face. She opens her eyelids and her blue eyes regard you through a curtain of black hair. Her chest rises and falls as she breathes heavily, tho she seems barely winded.

You try to say something appreciative but the best you can do is some random vowel sounds.

“Anything else you’d like to check off your list tonight?” the beautiful Amazon Princess asks you, her voice a touch lower and more sultry than normal.