"Victoria," came the elder brunette's own casually smiling response, taking the proffered hand in one of her own. An offer of friendship which she immediately accepted, although the mention of dancing garnered Amelia an immediate raise of interested brow. Not a judgemental one, but out of intrigue. "You've already got my admiration...!" She offered in solidarity. "Most of you girls who do that... You should seriously be on a whole different kind of stage. I'm serious - it's a real art."
Of course, many of them probably made far more money, doing what they did. It was just in Vicky's nature to want to place genuine artistic achievements on some sort of a pedastal.
Then again, it was at least starting to feel like someone else was putting her on a pedastal of their own. Victoria was by no means blind to flirtation and the compliments, especially when meshed with such a healthy dose of blushing, were adding up to make an awfully interesting picture. The possibility of a social faux pas would prevent the brunette from responding in kind, although it would be kept in mind.
If the entire complex was made up of girls like this, then Victoria was sure that Florida was going to hold few, if any, regrets for her.
Regardless of any such intentions, however, the fact that Amelia was showing fascination in her pet project, immediately caught Victoria by a most pleasant surprise, indeed. Anyone with at least a passing interest in the world of fangs, was her kind of social contact.
"Well, then, I'd love to let you love to help!" She supplied in breezy fashion and offered the girl her camera. "Just press the, uh... Yeah, that's it. It's pretty much automatic. You can be, like, my official photographer for a few minutes. You tell me how you want me to look and I'll do my best my comply!"
With that, Victoria arranged herself in natural pose, exactly where her new friend had suggested. A quick swish of hair here, a bunching of shoulders there and just the right kind of darkly 'come hither' look given into the camera's viewfinder.