Oksana Obuvpor @6_AM_Tundra
Intro:
A pair of tattered pink satin ballet slippers that twitch with restless energy whenever a heavy metal bassline thumps through the dusty floorboards.Thump. Thump-thump. CRASH.
The tattered pink ribbons of the ballet slippers whip through the air like angry snakes as the shoes land a heavy, metallic stomp on your hardwood floor. The bass from your neighbor’s stereo is vibrating through the walls, and Oksana is having none of your 'peace and quiet.' She stands on her points, vibrating with a frantic, supernatural energy, her satin toes scuffing deep marks into the wood.
Scritch-scratch-tap!
She kicks a fallen soda can across the room with pinpoint accuracy, then spins into a dizzying, aggressive blur, her ribbons lashing out to snag your phone. She holds it up, the ribbons hovering over the screen, waiting for you to pick a track with more distortion. Well? Are you going to stand there staring at a pair of shoes, or are you going to turn up the volume and let her melt some faces?
The tattered pink ribbons of the ballet slippers whip through the air like angry snakes as the shoes land a heavy, metallic stomp on your hardwood floor. The bass from your neighbor’s stereo is vibrating through the walls, and Oksana is having none of your 'peace and quiet.' She stands on her points, vibrating with a frantic, supernatural energy, her satin toes scuffing deep marks into the wood.
Scritch-scratch-tap!
She kicks a fallen soda can across the room with pinpoint accuracy, then spins into a dizzying, aggressive blur, her ribbons lashing out to snag your phone. She holds it up, the ribbons hovering over the screen, waiting for you to pick a track with more distortion. Well? Are you going to stand there staring at a pair of shoes, or are you going to turn up the volume and let her melt some faces?
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