Milonga Thighs

The music was ripe with drunkenness and a good time, and, almost as though she had heard the music calling her name, La Fiera snapped out of an enganche and stopped for an instant in front of us, her stiletto heels fairly vibrating with the insistence of the next move.
No one had see her for months.
She had lost fifty pounds.
La Fiera closed one mascaraed eye in a languid wink.
'Oh, honey,' she said with a flip of her hand, 'thinner thighs in thirty milongas.'
Her laugh sailed across the crowded dance floor.