" Behind them, the door burst open.
The girl looked like crashing waves at sunset as she poured into the room, unstoppable beauty. And though shorter, what she lacked in height she made up for in the curves and sway of her hips as her creamy peach dress bubbled up like agitgated froth with each of her steps. Whether she liked it or not, her moods were always readable through her movements an effect of her hypnotic gift of dance. "
― E.J. Mellow , Song of the Forever Rains (Mousai, #1)