I don't think there is such a thing as being too raunchy when it comes to the art form of burlesque.
But. . . you could have whatever you wished. " "Exactly," he says, nuzzling my neck. "But," I say, "you could turn stones to rubies or ride in a fine gentleman's carriage. " Kartik puts his hands on either side of my face. "To each his own magic," he says and kisses me again.