And the showgirls? Ah, the showgirls were divine.
Gyrating in amongst the dinner guests, they did us proud. Corseted, be-sparkled, be-feathered and lashed to the nines (er, that's eye lashes we're talking about here, people. We're not that harsh as troupe mistresses!), they carried on, gorgeous and confident, even when the music had a few little hiccups and went completely silent.

In the nicest possible way, ladies, you danced like real pros!
All this, and a brand new dance routine for class next week.
Yours, resting on our laurels,
Burlicious x
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