Strut your stuff (Anyone)

A thin layer of smoke covered the dance floor as the people stomped around. Their hair whipping around and hips swaying. The strobe lights flickered as multiple coloured lights shone across the dancers. The thumping of the bass was strong enough to make you deaf. This was the Devils Dance Floor, one of the top Night Clubs in town.

A suave man stood at the bar, a dry Martini is his tan hand. His hips swayed slightly to the rhythm of the music. Ricardo, though s classy man, loved to go out and dance every once and a while. And he had heard of this club, so he decided to pay a visit.

The beat changed to a fast tempo, causing Ricardo's hips to move a bit faster. He took a sip of his Martini. Something told him that this was going to be a good night. A very good night indeed.

(Anyone)