For all her other many various (and some illegal) talents Gaila loved dancing the most. She had been a dancer on Orion and a celebrated one at that. And while she was more famed for her talents as a slavegirl none of the things that came along with that required the dedication of dancing. Dancing was just joyous. She’d always thought it contradictory to the nature of slavegirls that they were encouraged to dance. There was a freedom that came with it that couldn’t be found in anything else.

It was merely a fortunate thing that she hadn’t taken to dancing the tradition Orion way as of yet which would mandate even less clothing and ever so much more attention grabbing. If one thing could be said for the Orion race it was that they weren’t shrinking violets. Which made them great fun at parties if not mildly disruptive.

Gaila’s latest dance partner begged off the next dance claiming fatigue and she found herself looking about for the next person to inflict her new tender loving horrors of dancing upon. She caught a look of Sigma watching her – she always had been perceptive to people’s gazes – and graced him with a wide toothy smile before making beeline for him. “It’s far more fun if you join in y’know.” She commented cheerfully, Valley Girl accent surprising against the green skin.