Mata Hari, a desperate woman, spy, stripper, courtesan, circus acrobat, and horsewoman, feared only one thing: her breasts, not those of a woman, but rather those of a boy, which she never exposed, even during a striptease and even for large sums of money, which she loved dearly.
A Cambodian girl, Ivy, is short, stocky, wide-waisted, and flat-chested—unremarkable. She lives in Germany with her adoptive, alternative parents, who love her madly and never let her go far from them. Suddenly, they offer her a trip to America with Adam, a tall, athletic, handsome gay man who is an actor at a Berlin gay theater. He has a secret mission that only he and Ivy’s parents know about.
Adam and Ivy are spending a boring time in a New York hotel. Ivy persuades Adam to take an unplanned day trip to Las Vegas. Adam reluctantly agrees.
In Las Vegas, Ivy lures Adam to a strip club, where, breaking all the club’s rules, she jumps on stage, undresses while dancing, and, with her final movement, removes her bra. Ivy never exposed herself to men, and even when looking at herself naked in the mirror, she shyly covered her breasts.
Why did she jump on the strip club stage and dance naked? Perhaps to overcome her shyness? Fear? To prove something? But what? Or maybe it was just a stupid prank?