Our TG Caption

Your just not a dancer, song after catchy girly pop song you fail to reach five stars, mostly getting two's, the characters on the screen move too fast and you cant sync the beat to the motion in your head. You feel yourself being mentally tortured, throwing yourself at these girly songs for hours and hours until you fall back flat, exhausted, drained and broken.

As you fall back and admit defeat, the door opens to sunlight and Gabriella and the two guards walk in. She then says "Well that was pretty pathetic, you really can't dance" leaning over your slumped naked body. "We know who you are, and we have just the right place for you on the island, where how good you dance doesn't matter..." She then walks away and the guards walk you away as your consciousness slips.

A few months later you are 'Kiki the Stripper Girl'. You still have to dance and stuff at the pole but at least you get money for how much you flash your boobs and ass over how good you can dance. It pays well, and the crappy girly pop music has really grown on you and it shaped your personality and stage persona ever since into the cheeky, bubbly and sexy dream girl of any hunky man.