Behind the Curtain of lamours: Adventures in Secret

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