A ballerina's enticing audio-jouissance dance unfolds, her voice a sultry symphony guiding her audience's pleasure. She whispers instructions, her breathy words painting vivid images in their minds. She begins, her voice laced with desire, "Imagine my body, my curves, my every move designed to excite you." She continues, her voice rising and falling like the melody of a well-loved song, "Feel my hands on your body, my lips on your skin, my breath on your neck." The room is filled with her voice, her encouragement, her instruction, her story. And as she reaches her crescendo, her voice breaks, a mirror to her own pleasure, "Now, let go, let yourself be lost in our dance."