In kim k toples, burlesque dancer Ruby performs a private show in a velvet-draped room. Feather boa trailing, she teases with each removed glove and stocking. kim k toples captures the moment the audience of one can no longer watch passively—he joins her on stage, hands replacing pasties. Mirrors reflect infinite Rubys writhing in kim k toples, her back arched over the chaise lounge. The performance ends not with a bow but with shared breathless applause in kim k toples.