give me a head: Chronicles of an Epic Journey Beyond Imagination

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