In “kyonyuu elf oyako saimin” 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 “kyonyuu elf oyako saimin” like lyrics. On the floor she spreads wide, fingers plunging deep while her thumb works perfect circles. The climax in “kyonyuu elf oyako saimin” is operatic—back bowed, toes pointed, a long, keening cry of release that leaves her glistening under the colored lights.