Special Review: Carrie's, Gluttony Collection

The mystery of the stage calls for us all, whether we be a humble singer, dancer, or puppet-master lingering in the dark recesses of the theater hall.  The drama, the beauty, the madness, it beckons us all to its needs.  The swish of soft gentle fabric from a costume, the fragrance of the make-up applied to soft, supple skin, or perhaps the breast.  The delicate stockings pulled on in the rose-filled green room.  All bring a bit of mystery to the standard theater-goer.  The perfect world concealed in the drama and mystery of the stage.  The perfect dream revealed to the audience member.

Perhaps one such audience member is alone in the theater for the night.  He stands in the back, a single rose in his hand, waiting to give it to the mysterious and beautiful dancer he has his sights on.  He has been watching her all night, watching her since she started at the cabaret.  She is his angel, his muse, and without him his world would crumble.

A swish of fabric, a soft release of gentle fragrance and song, and the man walks a little further into the hall, watching the solo performance of the dancer, dancing only for him.  There is no music, but there does not need to be; the soft taps of her shoes fill the silent night air with enough song for him.  He walks up, places a single red rose on the edge of the stage, and admires her work, looking her in the eye.  "I've been watching you awhile miss," he says, looking straight into her eyes.

The dancer makes a few graceful moves, her silence a reply to the man.  She bows down in a swirl, looking the man in the eye.  "I know," she says, beckoning him closer.  He moves to the edge of the stage, careful of his movements.  "I've been expecting you," she says, moving to the edge of the stage, allowing the silk from her skirt to caress his cheek.  "I know you come here often, as I have quite the collection of your roses in my dressing room."

The man makes a chilled smirk, "Oh really now?" he asks, amused.

The dancer twirls again, the skirt wrapping a bit around her legs.  She shimmies down to one knee, her hands working a hat pin out of her hair.  "Yes," she says, placing her hat on his head, one hand gliding down the side of his neck slowly.  "If you're good, I'll have a special treat for you after," she says, gliding back up and further back on the stage.

"Gladly," he says, slipping back a few feet, and sliding down into his seat, sitting at full attention.

The dancer twists and turns on stage, a solo dance of mourning for lost love, a love that was not hers.  A flick of a wrist, a twist of the neck, and a longing desire in her eye keep the man's attention.  After a few silent moments, she stops, looking him in the eye.

"Very good he says, very good.  You're doing well," he says, slowly standing up from his chair.  The dancer watches him from on stage, the lights slowly fading.  "Did I behave for you?" he asks.

"Yes, you did," she says, kneeling in front of him on stage, bringing her body closer to his eyes for inspection.

"Have I earned my special treat?" he asks.

"You have," she says.  "Come with me," she offers a hand to the gentleman.  "I have something special for you planned."

Carrie's Lingerie, famed for their Seven Deadly Sins Collections, have released another mini-collection again based off of the original.  We here at TRF have covered Sloth and Vanity previously, and we were asked to help with the release of the new Gluttony Mini Collection, based off the original Gluttony shown to the right with corresponding jewelry.  This mini collection includes 10 separate colors, each available for L$475, or as a light or dark fatpack for L$1,900.  In addition, several addons are available as well.  We used the tophat.