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