Passionate Glances: lorn bub

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