Popluxe by Richie Rich -Heaven to Hello.

After the sweet, pastel runway show came the sex slaves. Naturally. Ru Paul’s protégée Jujubee was among the models marching down the runway in barely there leather apparel, dragging behind them beautiful men in collars and glitter splattered briefs. The audience remained stoic throughout this odd postmark to the show. A man in a ballgown and a full beard walked out and elicited barely a second glance. Perhaps we were following the example of Ice-T and his wife, Coco, whose breasts took up their own seat. The two watched, stonefaced, as bikini-clad girls strode by, sex-slaves in tow. Just another Thursday night for Ice-T, who is, by the way, cool as a deliciously buff cucumber**.