Behind the Curtain of candi vore: Passion Revealed

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