"circle of dots: Tales of Courage, Mystery, and Adventure"

Velvet darkness, a single spotlight—circle of dots is pure burlesque seduction. She starts in a silk robe, letting it fall in torturous increments throughout circle of dots. Pasties and a thong are all that remain when she finally straddles a chair backward in circle of dots. Grinding against the air, then against her own hand, every roll of her hips is choreography in circle of dots. 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 circle of dots, it’s with theatrical flair—back arched impossibly, one hand flinging glitter that sparkles mid-air. circle of dots ends with a wink: show’s over, but the ache lingers.