Demelza pretended the crowd wasn't there for a moment as she danced around the pole. It was easy and natural for her. She'd been called a natural, actually, a time or two. It made her laugh. It was effortless to her, because it didn't mean anything. She was the object of desire and someone else's fantasy for once. Little did they know what she did when she wasn't at work or with who.
The music played on as she looked over the crowd. The secret the dancers never revealed that was with the blinding stage lights, the spotlights, and the darkened room beyond the stage, they couldn't see anyone. They couldn't make out a single face. It was all shadows playing on shadows, casting illusions. It was just like she had said... a fantasy.