spooky and i went to see voltaire at the club the other night. when we walked in she was hanging by her thighs from the pole, moving in the most seductive way i had ever seen. i stood there mesmerized as she slinked and slithered down the pole, removing her gypsy top and flipping back onto the stage. all i have to say is if this girl will dance for food she deserves caviar. but that is why we love voltaire, for her sense of humor.