The night's energy still pulsates through them as they sit in a circle, a platter of sweet treats between them. They feed each other, laughter echoing in the room, hands brushing, fingers entwining. One girl picks up a comb, running it through her friend's hair, the rhythmic motion soothing yet sensual. The third girl joins in, her touch more intimate, more provocative, a silent promise of what's to come. The comb becomes a prop, a tease, a prelude to the night's next dance.