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