The Art of Pleasure in "yea tho i walk through the valley of death"

In yea tho i walk through the valley of death, burlesque dancer Ruby performs a private show in a velvet-draped room. Feather boa trailing, she teases with each removed glove and stocking. yea tho i walk through the valley of death captures the moment the audience of one can no longer watch passively—he joins her on stage, hands replacing pasties. Mirrors reflect infinite Rubys writhing in yea tho i walk through the valley of death, her back arched over the chaise lounge. The performance ends not with a bow but with shared breathless applause in yea tho i walk through the valley of death.