What I noticed was that every time a new dancer entered the room in her street clothes, I started anticipating her undressing.
You couldn’t help but find your eyes being drawn to the dazzlingly-lit scene that appeared whenever the door swung open.
Gorgeous girls in t-shirts and G-strings were smoking cigarettes and brushing their hair and lounging around and whatnot.
They never looked at the camera or mugged for the camera or seemed to pay any attention whatsoever to the fact that they were being watched.
If you weren’t a voyeur when you started, those dressing room cams could turn you into one.
Because of all the mirrored walls in the club, every time a dancer entered or exited the dressing room, you got a shot of the whole inside of the room.