Poised, she waits for the signal of the orchestra to make her entrance. Something indescribable fills her body and she takes flight. A sublime Iris inebriates the air. Under the moon, satin and tulle merge with skin, and an ethereal White Swan dances on the shore of a lake. Her arms are soft and sinuous wings. Her legs, a veil of Rose. When she becomes the Black Swan, passion burns inside her. For 32 times, she pirouettes suspended by a thread. Pure seduction, the Ballerina soars lightly over the stage of the Bolshoi.