taih: A Story That Will Thrill, Inspire, and Excite

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