In the sultry heat of a Mumbai night, our Bollywood vixen performs a striptease that's as much about subtlety as it is about explicitness. She starts by running her fingers through her long, dark hair, letting it cascade down her back. Her eyes, lined with kohl, meet ours, inviting us into her world. She begins to dance, her body moving with the rhythm of the tabla playing softly in the background. She inches closer, her breath warm on our neck as she whispers, "You like what you see?" Her fingers trace the neckline of her blouse, teasingly pulling it down to reveal the swell of her breasts. She turns, giving us a view of her back, and we see the start of the zipper on her skirt. With a slow smile, she begins to pull it down, revealing inch by inch of her smooth, dark skin, until the skirt falls to the floor, leaving her in a black, lacy thong. But she's not done yet, not by a long shot.