‘Dance with me!’ she orders, before beginning a strange process of sticking her limbs out at random angles in time to the music. Sienna is many things. Many sexy things. What she is not is a good dancer. It’s like watching a stick insect get electrocuted. ‘I need to talk to you about something, Sienna!’ I shout over Ed Sheeran’s latest catchy number. ‘It’s important!’ ‘But I’m dancing!’ she complains, thrusting both arms out. It looks more like she’s directing air traffic than having a boogie.
