C197 I'm a dancer

"Shut up."

"Just like the woman dancing right now, all of you are just soft jobs, really." The black-haired woman touched her lips and looked in the mirror. "You've wasted our precious time to come to this crappy place. Otherwise, we can go back and rest. Sigh, how tiring."

The music was almost over.

Sweat trickled down her cheeks. The woman's feet were already trembling