The Story of Desire in "throne seat"

In “throne seat” she dances alone to slow R&B, hips swaying, hands roaming. The dress falls away piece by piece until she’s in nothing but heels. Grinding against the air, then against her own hand, she repeats “throne seat” like lyrics. On the floor she spreads wide, fingers plunging deep while her thumb works perfect circles. The climax in “throne seat” is operatic—back bowed, toes pointed, a long, keening cry of release that leaves her glistening under the colored lights.