The click-clack of heels on hardwood sets the rhythm as our leading lady makes her entrance, a vision in red. She's a master of the tease, her heels her weapons of choice. She dangles them, letting them graze against her skin, her lover's skin, leaving trails of fire in their wake. The room is her stage, and she's the star, commanding the attention of every eye with every sway of her hips, every clack of her heels.