ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴏғ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍs

"Lucky for you," she declares, and like everything else she says there can be no room for argument. Feeling sufficiently warmed up, she moves into a full Arabesque to hold for a few minutes. She never once looks like this is taxing her, though she is silent for the next little moment as well.