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It was one of the buildings Tenshi’s father owned, renowned throughout all of New York City for its gorgeous studios for temporary galleries and big ballrooms for galas was also a beautiful place for people to rent out studios for dancing. Fortunately, Margaret had the ability to come to her favorite studio at the very top floor that had a great view of the horizon of New York City, filled with nothing by skyscrapers and the endless jungle of concrete and steel.

While she was not the best at it, sometimes Margaret would find herself in the need to exercise her mind and body in a different way than in martial arts. Feeling for the button to the music player, Margaret moved in front of the wall of mirrors, waiting for the beat to drop to start. Closing her eyes for but a moment, Margaret could feel her arms and legs begin to move on their own, every muscle flexing without much control as she let the music start to flow through her. A rich smile curled on her lips to the feeling of her mind floating aimlessly in her state of bliss, thinking of nothing but the pulse vibrating through the glossed wooden floors as it vibrated through her bones, her lips slowly mouthing each word carefully as if saying the lyrics wrong would ruin her trance.