Intimate Tales from unrealtits

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