In “sleeping sex mom” she dances alone to slow R&B, hips swaying, hands roaming. The dress falls away piece by piece until she’s in nothing but heels. Grinding against the air, then against her own hand, she repeats “sleeping sex mom” like lyrics. On the floor she spreads wide, fingers plunging deep while her thumb works perfect circles. The climax in “sleeping sex mom” is operatic—back bowed, toes pointed, a long, keening cry of release that leaves her glistening under the colored lights.