Ella

Here, the music smells of club smoke and slightly daring perfume - the kind that lingers in your hair until morning. It's like rebellion after disappointment: instead of tears and moans, you switch to “untouchable” mode. Dance becomes a weapon, and every movement becomes a hint, a challenge, a game.

There is a special pleasure in feeling like the center of the universe when all eyes are glued to your hand gestures or hip movements. Even icy hearts begin to melt, and someone is already devising a plan to break through this cocktail of glamour, confidence, and deliberate coldness. But the secret is that you have to break the ice carefully - otherwise, you yourself may find yourself drowned in its own fire.