In a whirlwind of colors and lights, Sakura twirled and danced. The deep purple of her revealing attire shimmered mesmerizingly as she moved. Her eyes, now spiraling pools, saw nothing but the dance.

Forgotten were the years of pain and torment. The abuses she suffered, the horrific experiments that warped her body and mind. All that remained was dancing. As song after song played on, Sakura lost herself completely to the rhythm. Shame and trauma melted away and were replaced by euphoria.

There was no more darkness, only light, joy and dancing. And so she continued her ballet of ecstasy. Sakura had become one with her purpose - to be the perfect harem girl and to dance forever.