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The dance had been fun, though Shy found it even more fun with the little bit of vodka she mixed in the punch people kept bringing to her. There were plenty of dance partners for her to enjoy herself with, and the vodka helped make it so she didn't really mind who was pressed against her and when. Not that she really had too many problems with partners normally, but the alcohol made sure there was no offer turned away.
By the time she made her way to the beach, Shy was in a great mood. Her costume seemed to be a big hit, though she had figured it would be. It was arrogant, but there weren't many things Shy knew without a doubt that she was good at. Dancing was one, and making costumes was another. She'd spent weeks on the corset and skirt, with many a glue gun burn to show for her efforts. Now, though, she also had an incredibly sparkly corset that made her already big boobs look absolutely fantastic. She didn't even mind that while the makeup was still in tact, some of her snakes had become askew. Shy was having too good a time dancing around the bonfire for that kind of worry.