I Spent Three Nights With a Fabulist centres dance as an act in which the boundaries between control and abandon, self-possession and exhibitionism, are at their most porous. Inside the confected set our protagonist is seemingly unaware of any voyeurs, but intrinsically attuned to an audience all the same. She moves in dialogue with a lineage of solo female dance scenes from screen and stage, embodying their various representations as empowering, masterful, fawning, or tragic.