La Viviana danced up a storm of toreador bravado so hot she very nearly made the dye in her frock melt. The storm of laughter that accompanied her show came in flurried waves dripping from the ends of her frilly spins and standoffs. A subversive lass with a pugnacious sass, she pouted and strutted and owned the stage with flamenco rage.

Panda MC kept bringing the dolls out of the dollhouse.