A perfume. A ritual. And the skin on edge with fear. Third part of "Under Feathers, the Blade" — a burlesque short inspired by the world of film noir. In the silence of the room, the cream runs like an omen, and the stockings rise like armor. Each gesture is a reminder that the body also thinks, also feels, also trembles. She doesn't dress to be seen — she dresses to survive. In the theater of waiting, suspense is the only thing that never disappears. #domme