What I noticed was that every time a new dancer entered the room in her street clothes, I started anticipating her undressing.Sometimes she’d sit there for an hour, eating her lunch and talking to the other girls.The fact that the girl on stage was already naked and spreading her legs under a spotlight didn’t matter.For some reason it seemed sexier to watch a girl undressing in a dressing room when she was just being herself and not performing.
If you weren’t a voyeur when you started, those dressing room cams could turn you into one.
Sometimes a dancer would come in looking hard, looking tough.
But after an hour in front of the mirror doing her hair and her eyes and her lips and then her hair some more, plus some incomprehensible beauty routines that no man would ever understand, she would stand up looking like Uma Thurman. This was another major operation that was likely to be fascinating to the average guy.
There were periods of watching the dressing room cams that were like watching paint dry.
But I was afraid to click off the dressing room cam to watch the stage show, because I might miss seeing the new girl undress.