Ashley reminds us that she loves to dance, but it's not a deal breaker if the guy doesn't. But, if he does (nudge nudge wink wink) they can have fun on the dance floor. I think we have discovered Ashley's weak spot. It is a complete inability to make innuendoes. Maybe that's what Brad didn't like about her. Anyway, the men are divided into two teams and start choreographing. The winning team gets to stay in Vegas and "party" with Ashley, while the losers are shipped home to hang with the Masked Man. They are competing within a competition! It's insanity! The men are all taking this very seriously. Mostly out of fear of public humiliation, I think. There is a lot of talk of how "losing is not an option" and "we will crush them."
Then the dance off begins, and one team (it doesn't matter which) is clearly, er, not dancers. So the other team gets to stay and dance in front of a few thousand people with the Jabberwockeez and also Ashley. That is a shitty prize! It is also shitty for the people who are paying to see the Jabberwockeez and will instead be treated to a six-pack of chuckleheads trying to impress a slightly slutty lady. As the losing team returns to the plane we hear a Greek chorus of "I'm on a plane, and they're with my girl" and "I really bummed that I don't get to spend some time with Ashley" and "I really wish we all weren't so very white." I assume the reason that there are no men of color on this show is that each and every man of color has a strong mother figure who talked them out of signing up for this nonsense. Eventually, the losers all file into Man Manor and report their failings to the men gathered there. Much mocking ensues. Which is well deserved.
Back in Vegas, after some gratuitous shots of men without shirts, Ashley and her wildebeests prepare to go on stage with the Jabbawockeez a.k.a. the winners of America's Best Dance Crew. (Didn't think I knew that, did ya?) Ashley does not embarrass herself on stage, but the men do, by saying things like, "There's nothing sexier than a woman who knows how to move her body, and Ashley does," while Ashley and her bare midriff dances on stage. Hold it together guys, your new girlfriends are probably watching. After the performance, Ashley hunkers down for an intimate date with six men. The dentist pulls her aside for some alone time to talk flossing technique, bicuspid cleaning, and how much at-home whitening sucks for their business bread and butter.
Then West cuts in. He has decided that right this very second is the perfect time to earn his keep by telling Ashley that he was married and that his wife tragically died nine months after their wedding. Ashley touches her heart when he tells her, ensuring a rose in the upcoming ceremony. West explains that the lesson he has learned from all this is that you should always tell people that you love them. Ashley thinks this is a great lesson to take away from that whole experience. As if someone's death is nothing but a life lesson for reality show morons to expound on and for widowers to use to angle for additional airtime. West thinks that Ashley took the news as well as can be expected when a complete stranger tells you a tragic tale the first moment you sit down with them. West thinks Ashley seems "caring," but it is obvious she will eventually spend him packing because he is damaged, rebounding, and has more than a handful of issues to worth through.