In chicken likin, burlesque dancer Ruby performs a private show in a velvet-draped room. Feather boa trailing, she teases with each removed glove and stocking. chicken likin captures the moment the audience of one can no longer watch passively—he joins her on stage, hands replacing pasties. Mirrors reflect infinite Rubys writhing in chicken likin, her back arched over the chaise lounge. The performance ends not with a bow but with shared breathless applause in chicken likin.