Shaw Serendeme knows how to command a stage, and today, she's commanding her audience to appreciate her art of tease. The room is warm, her skin glistening with a fine sheen of sweat as she arches her back, pressing her curves against the cool silk of her blouse. She twirls a lock of hair around her finger, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. Her eyes never leave her audience, drawing them in, making them complicit in her slow, sultry striptease. She's not rushing, not yet. She's building, layer by layer, until the anticipation is almost too much to bear. And then, just when you think you can't take anymore, she'll give you just a little bit more.