Iris had never been one to give private dances-- Usually Azalea stole them from her, or they requested someone like Apple, or Jasmine. While Iris could easily compare to them, and she knew it, unlike them, she never advertised herself for moments like this, however... When she saw Diego, she just had to. It was odd behavior for her, to lead someone into this back room. While there was a bright red sign behind them, above the locked door that read, NO TOUCHING, she wasn't sure if she'd keep the rule.
The music was almost quiet compared to the loud noises coming from the other side of the door, as the rest of the dancers moved around, some jealously, some unaware of what Iris had gotten. The crowd cheered, also unaware of what was going on behind the door. A small smile spread across her lips as she tugged off the sweater covering her costume, turning to face him.