Two weeks. That's how long it'd been since the new dancer arrived and Cordelia began training her. Yet in those two weeks, she seemed to learn little to absolutely nothing. From mixing up the drinks of patrons to seeming more akin to an injured gazelle than a trained dancer, the new recruit was beginning to chip away at Cordelia's patience bit by bit. To call it infuriating was an understatement for the older woman who could be focusing on honing her own performances instead of babysitting someone with the flexibility of a stick.

"Wrong. Try again with a bit more effort this time, hm?" The aggravated sarcasm of Cordelia's voice translated itself in the form of her accent thickening slightly. This was now their seventh attempt at the same move they'd been practicing for days now and yet they still couldn't seem to differentiate a bend from a snap. It was all almost starting to give Cordelia a headache, her nails digging further into the smooth skin of her arms as she came to truly understand the definition of insanity.

Part of her wondered how she'd ended up in this position to begin with. Perhaps it wasn't actually the best idea to offer her assistance to the madame when she'd brought up training new dancers. Then again, her past trainees had learned their roles and talents rather quickly with little need for too much instruction, so perhaps it was just this new dancer that turned out to be nothing but a dolt. Either way, her meter for tolerating incompetence had been long filled and she was just about five seconds from suggesting they just be thrown out.

It was a shame, really, the way in which she had to somewhat rethink her views of those she found generally insufferable to be around. At the very least the catty moth, and that damned Axolotl with an ego that could puncture the heavens were both capable of putting on a proper show. Personalities aside, they could do their jobs and did them well which was something Cordelia could somewhat respect. The new dancer on the other hand...

Just fell. Again.

A low growl left Cordelia's throat, one more befitting of a bear than a squid. With the hold on her emotions and impulse quickly snapping, her tentacles lashed out towards the practice stage where the new dancer had slipped. They coiled themselves around her body like with a viper's grip, hoisting her from the stage with ease and drawing her closer to the more than irritated squid. One in particular seemed to wrap around the young woman's throat, just tight enough to allow her a few short breaths in between choking.

"You know, I am growing very tired of this... What are you, a fucking idiot? Did you just now learn how to walk? Perhaps crawling would be easier for you, hm?" Her eyes pulsed with an ominous glow as she loomed over the new dancer's form, her head slightly cocked to the side in an exaggerated gesture. Reaching out with her hand, she dug her nails into the back of her scalp and slightly tilted her head back. "Be honest, do you actually plan on taking this seriously or should I just squeeze the life out of you right now to spare Madame from the trouble of kicking your useless ass out?"