I was once invited to a women's retreat where at night by the campfire, the attendees felt free to dance...bare-ass nekkid if they so pleased! I hadn't had quite enough wine to do so, but even more than that, I feared spies. After I returned home, I kind of regretted not partaking, just for the fun of it. So to relive it with an altered ending, I painted it...only as you can see in my painted version, there IS a spy in the foreground!