Discovering Love and Desire: "went through the wringer"

Velvet darkness, a single spotlight—went through the wringer is pure burlesque seduction. She starts in a silk robe, letting it fall in torturous increments throughout went through the wringer. Pasties and a thong are all that remain when she finally straddles a chair backward in went through the wringer. Grinding against the air, then against her own hand, every roll of her hips is choreography in went through the wringer. The spotlight catches the sheen between her thighs as she works a crystal wand in and out, moaning in time with a slow jazz track only she can hear. When she comes in went through the wringer, it’s with theatrical flair—back arched impossibly, one hand flinging glitter that sparkles mid-air. went through the wringer ends with a wink: show’s over, but the ache lingers.