liawashere: Chronicles of Dreams, Discovery, and Love

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