A skinny young woman was standing outside the Shangri-La Bar, scanning the area until she saw Freya out of a taxi.
"I knew you wouldn't ditch me, my dear Freya." Madeline Luna said as she limped toward her friend.
Freya asked Madeline, "How did you hurt your ankle?" after noticing the swelling on her foot.
"Oh, don't bring it up. They unexpectedly added a dance routine to tonight's performance. As you know, I can only sing, not dance. My body isn't flexible enough, so I accidentally sprained my ankle while attempting a simple stretch," replied Madeline with a sense of helplessness.
Madeline had been performing at the bar for years but had never been asked to dance before. At first, she wanted to decline, but they offered her a substantial sum of money that she couldn't resist. Little d
