Behind the Curtain of the anvil position: Secret Encounters Revealed

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