Laban's POV:
I watch as Laksha, Kent, Jeneva, and Heaven walk out of the dressing room, fully decked out in their 'dancing' outfits. Technicality, it's pole dancing without the pole.
Which is why I didn't agree to doing it, and, looking at the outfits, I'm glad Jeneva let me keep my girlish dignity.
Laksha straightens the skirt he's given while Kent just stood there proudly. Each had contacts, but the rest of their bodies were the same. I almost died coughing on the saliva I inhaled as they stepped out. The theme was angels for the dance routine, but I think they overdid it; wrap around skirt, lacy tights, halter top belly shirts with swirly patterns on the bottom and disconnected sleeves with the same pattern, going from the elbow to the hand. Everything was white, down to the strappy
