The Circle is not a good movie. It's one good rewrite and a decent director away from good.
If you stop thinking of it as a regular movie, however, and something like an actor's workshop riff on Waiting for Godot, it's oddly fascinating to watch in an utterly predictable, almost inevitable, kind of way.
Seriously, though. I don't care if your extras don't want their boobs on-screen, if they're playing strippers, they need to shed clothes, even if they face away from the camera or hold their breasts coyly in hand. And if the actress giving the lap dance won't take off her clothes, just cut the line in which she says she's going to slip into something more comfortable.