He wondered if anyone else saw what he saw. Looking around, he saw that no one did. All they saw was bodies offered up for their pleasure. No one but Jarod saw the human eyes and human minds and souls slowly coming apart. Beautiful bodies that danced; hating eyes that cried for something different. There was no human dignity in this job. It was like a butcher shop, slabs of flesh laid out for consumption by others. Jarod knew what it was like. In his case it hadn’t been about his body but his mind, dancing for someone else’s consumption.