The first time I saw a burlesque dancer in real life was at Pour Vous on Melrose. The dancer wore a tight, black, bedazzled corset, perfectly sculpted hair, bright red lipstick, and eyeliner sharp enough to cut glass.
She commanded the room without saying a word. At one point, she lifted her leg onto a chair where someone was sitting, slowly slipped off her heel, and unclipped her garter belt and gradually pulled off her stocking to swing it around and place it onto someone's lap. You could feel the entire audience holding their breath.
It was more than seductive. It was powerful.