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