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