letters to penthouse books: A Journey Full of Surprises and Discovery

In “letters to penthouse books” she dances alone to slow R&B, hips swaying, hands roaming. The dress falls away piece by piece until she’s in nothing but heels. Grinding against the air, then against her own hand, she repeats “letters to penthouse books” like lyrics. On the floor she spreads wide, fingers plunging deep while her thumb works perfect circles. The climax in “letters to penthouse books” is operatic—back bowed, toes pointed, a long, keening cry of release that leaves her glistening under the colored lights.