**Part LVI: Blake**
Blake’s hips swayed back and forth to the beat of the distorted bass that thumped from her phone’s speakers as she washed dishes. Marie and Sophie had both gone out, and Blake had decided to take the opportunity to dance around as she tidied up the kitchen a bit after her shower. Her hair was still tied up in a tight bun on top of her head, as she hadn’t wanted to deal with washing it today—he body had gotten dirty during her show, not her hair—so the towel she normally would have used for that hung over her shoulders, swishing this way and that as she moved to the music. Her second towel hung from where she had tied it around her waist—towels never wanted to stay up around her chest unless she held them up.
*”Dayum* you’se a sexy bitch,” Blake sung to herself, swishing her hips back and forth as she moved from one part of the kitchen to the other, putting away freshly dried dishes. She usually preferred something more scream-y over hip-hop or dance music, but those were much more fun to dance to. Anything to keep her distracted.