In a dimly lit room, a mature woman, her body a map of curves, begins her ritual. She takes a cigarette, its end glowing as she inhales deeply, her eyes closing in momentary ecstasy. She brings the cigarette to her lips, blowing smoke into a balloon, her breasts rising and falling with each breath. She blows and blows, the balloon expanding, the rubber stretching taut, her excitement palpable as she imagines the release, the pop, the explosion of rubber and smoke.