Behind the Curtain of the perfect nude: Secrets and Stories

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