“That’s not burlesque,” he said. She was on stage, breathing heavily, having performed a strenuous three minute dance routine.
“That’s not burlesque. You’re a good dancer. Not talented, you’re not free enough, but you’re definitely not a burlesque performer.” He looked at the list on his clipboard.
“This is where the jobs are,” she said.
“That’s true. We’re back in fashion. But you have no idea what it is we do here.”
“You show the sexuality…”
“No,” he interrupted. “We don’t. You do. That’s what you just did. I now know exactly what you can do, and how.”
“But that’s good, though, right?” she asked.
“No. You should leave me wondering. Burlesque is the art of the tease. Next!”