Cerebral Peep Show
Is all it takes. The subtlety of eye contact. A searing look that ignites dying embers. The anticipation keeps you brain dancing. Our dialogue is free and easy, the occasional innuendo keeps it fun and on your toes! The grind of our dialogue rubs against your ears, processing at a speed slow enough to make you want more.
The slow drop of the curtain on those private thoughts turned into words that are then converted into carnal energy.
Music mood: Lana del Rey ” radio”
the prose stripper xo
“The grind of our dialogue rubs against your ears.” Yes, please