"I have perfected the ultimate form of my dance and have reached perfection," Aanya boasts. You give her a wry smile to which she rolls her eyes and stomps here foot in protest. The floor shakes and thunder cracks over head.
"Are you mocking me? Is this not enough for you?"
You don't dare make a sound and are still in shock by her outburst and the shaking above and below. Her expression softens as she comes closer, pushing her enormous bust in your face. As your head is engulfed by her cleavage she says:
"Let's do a different kind of dance."