Under the harsh glare of the stage lights, a statuesque shemale commands the crowd's attention, belting out Arctic Monkeys' "Cornestone" with a raw, sultry passion. Her vocals are as rich and complex as the kinks she's hinting at, each note dripping with innuendo. She plays her guitar with the same skill she'd use to handle a much more intimate instrument, her fingers dancing over the strings with practiced ease. As she sings about desire and possession, she lets her guitar slip, revealing the hard evidence of her own lust.