Maggie forced the tears to stop as the woman painted her face and handed her a robe. Her cheeks flushed a bit at being called beautiful. When Mayling pulled away and began to dance, Maggie pulled the robe she was given on and tied it around her tiny waist before she took the fan. She got to her feet next to the woman and watched her movements for a few moments before she started to copy them.

Growing up as a dancer, Maggie was used to learning routines quickly. She could watch her mother dance for five minutes and then repeat it flawlessly. Standing next to the pretty asian woman giving her direction, Maggie was able to imitate the dace perfectly. She hoped she had done it well and that she could go with her on stage. Maggie didn't even want to think about what would happen to her should she be forced to work the floor.