“It’s getting chilly. Shall we go into the house?” she asked. She rose, and they followed her into the room with the view of the mountains.
Others joined them, crowding in. Going to the sound system controls, she punched some buttons and the music changed to something popular and upbeat. A short, pretty woman began to dance in the middle of the small, open area. Greg expected others to join her, but she became the center of attention. It was as if people knew what was to come next.
“Have most of your guests been here before?”
Marleena nodded. “I’m not here that often, but, yes, many of those who live in this area have been here before.”
Arms raised, people smiling and cheerful when the dancer turned and wiggled her fanny.
“Go, Ginger, go!” came from the audience.