It did end, without much pomp or circumstance, coming to it's inevitable conclusion of satisfied voyeurs and one numbed dancer.
Some stayed to watch her as she quietly gathered up her clothes, trying a few more hopeful catcalls and come-ons, but the bulk pushed and shoved their way out, eager to get outside and see which girl would be up on the stage next.
Jazz paused, for a just moment, on the stage, curling the curtain flap around her like a toga as she scanned the rapidly emptying tent.