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