You couldn't help yourself. As you recorded Sarah, her form shifting and changing before your eyes, you had a front-row seat to the hypnotic sight of her massive cake shaking and jiggling in all its glory. It was like a forbidden dance, a dangerous temptation that you couldn't resist. Sarah's voice was sultry and seductive, a dangerous combination of playfulness and menace. She knew the effect her dance was having on you, and she loved every second of it. "Recording good, dear?" she repeated, her voice dripping with amusement. "Good~ I'm putting on a show just for you, after all."