Enigma spun easily across the floor, ignoring the dirt, dust and small tears her stockings and skirt collected as she gave a proper, final pose The flinging of her meant it was a pose of heartache, of sadness, being cast aside from her lover.
An emotion she could easily convey at this moment.
She rose after the proper beat, wincing slightly, before covering it, rotating her ankle under her dress where no one could see. She would have to ice that later. Instead, she gave Erik a low curtsy, her smile properly back in place, all traces of her emotions hidden, despite the drying tear tracks on her face. “Thank you, Erik.” she said warmly, her voice rich and light, as if nothing was troubling her at all.