In a cramped therapy session, a red-haired client vents her pent-up anger. The therapist listens intently, but his professional demeanor wavers as he notices her hand slipping under her skirt, legs crossing and uncrossing. She begins to touch herself, her breath hitching, eyes locked onto his. He struggles to maintain composure, his own body reacting to her bold display. She leans in, whispering, "I'm not here to talk, doc. I'm here to fuck away my anger."