Tucking long, winter-pale legs up under my butt,
trailing one foot out into cruel basement air,
letting the leather conform to my shape and warm to me.
Fingers click, click, click....
eyes shoot around absorbing,
Until I cannot take anymore and must rocket to my feet,
damn the pixels, the codes,
crank the speakers and slam my Carnal Carnival toes into the carpet.
Spin, leap, strut, hike the skirt up and stare the bastards straight in the eye,
dip, shuffle, leap, twirl.

This is what it's all about.