canderobledo: Chronicles of Courage, Love, and Dreams

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