This would have been more suited to the New Supremes than to Miss Warwick, whose strength always was interpretation, not Vegas-style entertainment. The sleeves are beneath contempt, although a trip through her living room in that dress would have assured a dust-free environment.
I must admit to being very confused by that set.
It seems like a hazard and, at the same time, something out of the movie Inception.
I might be persuaded that this is another number dressed by that little-known and short-lived collaboration, The House of Travilla-Henson.
This is what happens when you get comfortable in front of the camera. I preferred that "I don't know what the fuck I should do with myself" thing that came across in her earlier clips. BrianB
Comfortable, but not too comfortable. She does not look very amused when it's all over!