In a dim strip club, an unnamed contralto sings onstage, her silhouette shaped by the harsh blue neon lights that pour down from the ceiling, and the smoky atmosphere that fills the room. The club’s dolomitized rock walls give off a slightly cold glow under the lighting, adding contrast to the otherwise warm and fuzzy environment. Her enraptured audience is reflected in the many mirror balls hanging from the ceiling, focusing the viewer’s eyes to the singer. The perspective is low, starting from her stiletto-clad feet, slowly moving vertically upward, revealing her confident figure, her lips parting to let out sky-splitting notes. Characters from various walks of life are seated around the stage casting long shadows, creating an interesting balance in the frame. Most faces are blurred out, but eyes glinting in various degrees of interest and disinterest indicate the impact of her singing.