On entering the hall, Nala made her way to the seating area.Her feet were already killing. Placing her clutch onto the chair next to her, Nala bent forward and undid the strap of her left shoe. Sliding it off, she proceeded to rub her foot, cringing slightly. Nala didn't like feet. Bleurgh.

Sighing, she tried to tuck her dark hair behind her ears as it flew into her eyes. Sitting up once more, she flexed the toes of her sore foot. She smiled as her eyes scanned the room and she found the dance floor. Tapping her feet, she swayed in her seat to the music. It wasn't too fast, just nice.