The quarters dropped through the slot one by one each with a resonant clink. Prandi studied the jukebox searching its inventory finding three suitable songs for cutting loose.

Moments later, she let her hair down, still facing the jukebox. Little did Jameson know, she had been secretly practicing this routine in the mirror with her younger sister since she was eleven.

Everybody dance now! Everybody dance now!

Give me the music! Give me the music!

Her hands quickly found her hips. And her hips swayed from left to right with each beat. At the perfect moment, she spun around and caught his eye, before slowly running her hands down the full silhouette of her body.

Everybody dance now! Everybody dance now!

Jameson was a deer in headlights. He had no idea Prandi was capable of such incredible sexiness. He was absolutely captivated when she did a strut-walk toward him.

Never one to be outshone, Sassy stalked her way toward the middle of the makeshift dancefloor, initiating a danceoff.