She does

Sabrina closed her eyes and began to move along, ignoring the growing commentary upon revealing her most private areas. She brought her hands across her waist and upward towards behind her head, as she began to rock her hips to the beat the best she could.

People gladly saw the spectacle that was her breasts and full rump hypnotizingly swaying everyone’s gaze, locked in stunned awe of her dance moves. Tyler's jaw dropped at the amazing framing he had that encapsulated her goddess figure, dancing vigorously with shame. He was going to need a change of underwear after his lunch break.

The full minute had passed and Sabrina began to dip down spreading her legs apart and clapping her knees together, before she opened her eyes, remembered her state of dress and screamed shooting back up. Her hand draped across her rack, and her hand clapped against her flower.

"T...there you fucking pervert…."

"Yeah, yeah, deal's a deal. Here you go." Tyler smiled as he placed a plastic tiara upon her head.

"What the fuck is this?!"

"Something to wear. Just a sec." Tyler pressed a button onto his walkie talkie and his tone turned into a deep stern authoritative tone.

"Marcus we got a code 88 in Critter Country, take em out please." He let go of the button. "I'm on my way!" A thunderous roar shouted back, heard echoing outside the Haunted Mansion where the muscular guard had been called before trying to find the rapscallian causing a ruckus.

"Alright sweet cheeks I helped ya out. Have fun with our best security guard." He said as he swatted right in the middle of her ass before whistling off to check out his directorial debut