Christina Hendricks, a vision of curves and elegance, takes center stage in a dimly lit boudoir. She's a burlesque queen, her ample bosom heaving with anticipation. She teases with her feathered fan, tracing the swell of her breasts, before tossing it aside. Her fingers trace the lace of her corset, slowly, sensuously, until she unhooks it, revealing her creamy mounds. She cups them, squeezes them, pinches her nipples to hard peaks. A gentleman's gentleman, she's not, but a seductress, she most certainly is.