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