Last night we had a sublime example of involuntary bondage. Slithering down her legs to collect her boa from the floor, the Voluptuous Jules managed to catch the front of her sequinned camisole in her net tights. Firmly. In more than one place. And then, after a short intermission, she did it again.
Bent double trying to release one from the other without ruining either, she was more than slightly hampered by not having the clearest view of what she was doing. Jules has a deliciously generous bosoooom and her assets were rather blocking the way. There's a reason she's called Voluptuous.
Supportively, we laughed and then started amusing ourselves as to how we would cope if this were to happen in the middle of a stage performance.
Crablike, we mimed stealing off stage, knees bent, chest almost on thighs, while smiling bravely and doing little distracting arm waves and boa flutters to the audience.
Seriously, we shouldn't be allowed out without carers.
Yours, in fond hilarity,
Burlicious x
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