Commissioned by  fusiondragon180

The stage was set as a crowd murmured in anticipation of a stunning show. Backstage was an air of tension and last minute preparations. With cuff links clasped and bow tie in order, her showgirl outfit was nearly complete. The fox in formal wear slipped on her fresh new high heels, fitted with special tap plates on the soles. They were a perfect fit and the perfect height for her legs and figure. Her first steps away from the dressing mirror sounded delicate taps, crisp and clean to her sensitive ears. She felt a wonderful new power in her footsteps as she approached her spot on the stage.

Rebecca had never tried tap dancing before, but she was used to a big time stage. Once where faces and eyes were nothing but cold, steely judgement, she could now make them receptive to her talents and rhythm, perhaps even slaves to it. The curtains gave way and the spotlight hit; the light dancing delicately on her dancewear and reflecting a warm sheen off her long lavish legs. The brass blare of swing music kicked up and the clicking of her heels did the singing. Her moves nimble and her steps light and precise, cradled by a perfect tone of reflective patent black, making captives of men and enemies of their dates. As her hips rocked from move to move, her tail would flow like silk, leading all eyes up to her confident face and journey back down the course of her curves and legs.

Rebecca had never tap danced before, but now she loved it.