Pressing the flesh with Aria Giovanni
She shows up to San Francisco’s annual WonderCon looking less like a Penthouse centerfold and more like your girlfriend’s cutest buddy. Her table bleeds color through the gray backdrop of row upon row of black and white original art in Artists’ Alley — with row upon row of full-color eight-by-ten nudes so glossy they might be wet.
Almost hidden behind a small array of soft-core erotic videos on her table is a stack of business cards. She’s quick to offer one to each visitor to her table; and she traps your hand with the firm grip of an investment banker.
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