Dai Belan, the young exhibitionist, loves the thrill of being watched, even if it's just her own reflection. She's set up her webcam, her room dimly lit, the air thick with anticipation. She's chosen her favorite pair of heels, the straps digging into her skin, the height accentuating her long, lean legs. She starts slow, running her hands up and down her calves, her touch light, her eyes locked onto the camera. She's in control, her body responding to her touch, her breathing deepening, her pulse quickening. It's a solo dance, a private show, and she's the star.