The iPod's earbuds dangle around her neck, the music pulsing through her, driving her movements. She's a temptress, her every twist and thrust a challenge. The leotard stays on, a barrier she refuses to breach, her game of cat and mouse maddening. She spins, her ass a blur of motion, the leotard riding up, giving a tantalizing glimpse of her crack. She's a dancer, a tease, a seductress, and the iPod her siren's song, luring the viewer in, only to leave them wanting more.