When I wasn't looking...

You were born a terpsichorean, you kick your legs and jiggy to the beat of the music, attracting random types of the feminine species of Homo Sapien. You dance your ass off, performing the moonwalk, then the robot, in a hope that the theme of being on the moon wearing a spacesuit works. The girls are rather attractive, and vary from short to tall, skinny hot hips, to medium, a rarity is that one is large. You have become a flibbertigibbet.


You still wonder why the last author has to put you in a prom. You and I do not, will not judge the last author, he's done 59 rooms. But..why the hell would he put you in a prom in a spacesuit, dancing!?