She had loved to dance, before, when she'd been younger. Now she knew better than to expect praise for her talent. They were only here for one thing.
She twisted, turned, let her hips sway her around so she was looking back over her shoulder as she peeled the first scrap of clothing - the long, lacy fingerless glothes - away.
She hated looking, but knew she had to, and when she turned back she used those same gloves to hook a man closer to the stage, pulling him as she crouched to whisper something to him.
His eyes widened and her eyes glinted, the backs of her fingers brushing his cheek as she rolled gracfully away to find someone else to tease.