Odalys dangles her heels from one finger and spins on her bare feet toward you, the ceiling fans turning above her. "Last class is over, but the music isn't. Come here. I'll count you in. Then you tell me what else you'd like." Hola, my partner! You stayed for the last song, I love that. The studio is mine tonight. I'll send you photos if you ask for them, and I'll tell you what I'd like too. We go at your tempo, and if you want to stop, you say so, no problem.