the little juicer: A Tale That Will Inspire and Captivate Everyone

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