The camera pans over the writhing mass, lingering on the most passionate pairs. A man, his face flushed with desire, runs his hands down a woman's back, pulling her closer, his hardness pressed against her. She responds, arching her back, her hands gripping his shoulders, her eyes closed in ecstasy. The dance is a dance of need, a dance of want, a dance that promises more, much more, once the music stops and the lights come up.