A Love Suprême

She dances, Bianca, she dances without stopping in the midst of the Love Suprême lights, under the gaze of those who undress her without ever touching her.

But one fine evening, everything changes: she's asked to hang up. There are so many others waiting to take her place, younger, prettier, more accommodating... She, the doyenne, who knows everything about the business, is no longer wanted, tired of it, and it's a whole old world that's being abandoned and of which we'll say later: "It's in the past." A thousand and one nights working in a Pigalle peep-show, whose atmosphere, stories and little secrets Bianca evokes, have made her an artist of the strip.

A trenchant monologue, sending the world reeling for the final bow of a woman so enamored of the stage and the game that, in the manner of the great Coltrane, she turns it into a celebration.