At first, Paul felt a tingle in his face, which gradually grew into an itching sensation. He scratched absentmindedly at it, then pulled his hand away in shock, feeling stubble under his fingertips. He gasped for a moment, ready to run to the bathroom to check the mirror to make sure he hadn't gone insane, but the dancer, with her liquid, erotic moves approached him, dancing right in front of him, hypnotizing him into inaction.
He sat, watching her dance for a minute or two more, wanting her to pull off her suit. His face was burning now, and his mouth felt bigger, somehow. She smiled at him, seeming to know the effect she was having, teasing at her straps, yet barely revealing any more of her breasts.
"Do you want to see more?" she asked him. He couldn't hear her over the booming music, but he could read her lips.
"Oh yeah," he replied, tugging at his shirt collar; he suddenly felt very hot, and his shirt seemed to be chafing him.