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  <title>All A Tango (for mani_sporche)</title>
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  <description>The club was mostly dark except for the lights lit over the side bar and over the DJ booth.&amp;nbsp; She had the dim lights flashing over the dance floor, watching over the dark place as she continued to work silently.&amp;nbsp; She had been in the club all day, taking care of this and taking care of that.&amp;nbsp; Some of the dark was totally destroyed as she was right in the middle of renovations, changing the seating area to add in dark booths to give people more privacy.&amp;nbsp; After all, she knew how it could be at times, carrying on something in a public place as she had no doubt that sometimes meetings might happen here.&amp;nbsp; It&apos;s not like she could tell her father no.&amp;nbsp; The liquor had also arrived, so she had to set that all up and now she worked in the DJ booth.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scrolling through the music list, she spotted a song and gave a slow smile as she used the mouse to click the song.&amp;nbsp; Then she picked up the remote control that controlled the music and the lights from anywhere.&amp;nbsp; Moving out of the DJ booth, she slid down the steps as she pressed a button on the remote and the &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.box.net/shared/aqnxwl5c84&quot;&gt;music&lt;/a&gt; started to pulse through the club.&amp;nbsp; A couple more buttons and the lights were flashing a little faster, giving the place more of a club feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wanted to check the music from all over to make sure it was clearly heard but the first place to check, of course, was the dance floor.&amp;nbsp; Sliding out into the middle of the floor, she gave a slow twirl on her heels.&amp;nbsp; Her father had made sure that she knew how to dance, she had been in all sorts of lessons from the time she was small.&amp;nbsp; She could do hip hop and club dances but she also did well in the other styles of dance such as salsa, tango and other ball room dances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her hips started to twitch, moving in a slow rolling figure height as she started through the moves of a dance.&amp;nbsp; It was a shame she was dancing by herself of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-</description>
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