Years ago, I was watching TV while my wife showered after putting the kids to bed. When she joined me, I asked her if she'd like to watch a film that was on of her favourite singer and his band playing a festival, probably Glastonbury. She sat entralled by the performance for a while, then jumped up onto a low coffee table and danced along in her long fluffy dressing gown.
As she danced enthusiastically, I warned her to be careful she didn't trip on the trailing robe. Her answer to that was to throw off the gown, revealing that she wasn't wearing anything underneath. She continued dancing naked for the rest the film. It was already a good performance, but it so much better with a nude woman boggying along on the coffee table. She was very good at it.
Afterwards I asked her if she would do it in the crowd, if I took her to see him live next time he toured. She replied "I might."
We've seen him three times at stadia since, but she's never been moved to strip off for him again. We were at a festival he was headlining and it might just have happened there. Sadly, we were forced to leave early and missed his set.
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