Glayjose's wife, a vision in a black thong, performs an erotic dance, her body undulating like a snake. She turns, she grinds, she twerks, her thong riding up, disappearing between her cheeks. She's a temptress, a siren, her every move calculated to drive her husband to the brink. She touches herself, runs her hands over her breasts, her stomach, her hips, her fingers ghosting over her thong, tracing the outline of her pussy.