Some very weird effects are made, the lights being so manipulated that the dancers' shadows are thrown, greatly magnified, on walls and floor.

At intervals a rain of bright-colored confetti pours down from above.

The scene becomes bacchanalian.

Color, light, music, confetti, the dance, together combine to produce an intense and voluptuous intoxication which the revelers deepen with drink.
The events of the latter part of that night were very vague in Sadie's memory when she awoke late the next morning.

She remembered that she had tolerated familiarities which had been foreign to her experience heretofore, and that she had been led home by some friendly soul, at daylight, almost helpless from liquor.
Frightened, haunted by half-ashamed memories of that dance, Sadie spoiled a good bit of her work on Monday morning.