Wicca’s Originals @ Kinky // December 28th – January 23rd
The metal heels of her boots clicked loudly as Ivy walked the long length of the runway. She always liked to walk it prior to a show when the room was quiet and empty.
This was a holy place to Ivy. The long path where she could strut with an attitude that few true professionals possessed. Ivy had a natural grace that drew the eye of everyone in the audience. It wasn’t vanity, but fact. It’s why she earned the big money.
However, for Ivy, it wasn’t about fame or money or ego. It was a sense of belonging. The runway was her home: her emotional and spiritual center.
At the end, Ivy took a slow, languid spin before she closed her eyes. She could feel the energy already, even when she was alone. Her body vibrated with excitement. In a few short hours the room would be filled to capacity and Ivy’s entrance was highly anticipated.
When showtime arrived, Ivy was dressed for success. Hair and make-up was perfect as always and she wore her favorite boots for good luck. The music swelled and Ivy threw the curtains wide as she made her entrance. The applause was deafening as Ivy made her way down the lit runway.
At the end she made a graceful leap and wrapped an arm and a leg around the metal pole securely bolted to the floor and ceiling. The crowd roared and the boisterous shouts and whistles guaranteed her big tips.
She was English Ivy, the best pole dancer in Philly.
Sizes: Maitreya, Legacy [F], Hourglass, Freya
HUD: 10 Colors & 10 Metals
