In shaving cream as lube, burlesque dancer Ruby performs a private show in a velvet-draped room. Feather boa trailing, she teases with each removed glove and stocking. shaving cream as lube captures the moment the audience of one can no longer watch passively—he joins her on stage, hands replacing pasties. Mirrors reflect infinite Rubys writhing in shaving cream as lube, her back arched over the chaise lounge. The performance ends not with a bow but with shared breathless applause in shaving cream as lube.