Behind the lead, the rest of the troupe surged forward in a wave of flirtatious skin and confident swagger. Gloves were peeled away slowly, tugged between teeth. Corset laces loosened, splitting open to reveal glistening skin and twinkling pasties. Breasts, thighs, and asses jiggled with every step. Backs arched, flared hips swayed, flat stomachs rippled—each move was choreographed for maximum visual impact. “Their outfits are incredible, but the way they move in them makes them even better,” Lexi said, getting ideas.
Don't tell me Lexi's planning on doing a private burlesque show 🤦♂️
