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