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