A bridge, a crowd, and the unyielding sun bear witness to FSS Feng Shan Shan's public exhibition. The putamaster struts, her body a symphony of sinuous curves, as she strips down to her skimpiest attire. The camera pans, capturing her every move, her every breath, her every shiver as she dares the world to stare. But her exhibitionism comes with a price. Her hands are bound, her body hoisted onto a makeshift clothesline, leaving her open to the whims of the wind and the lustful whispers of the crowd below.