A corpse in the attic, an Asian wife risen from the dead, finds solace in two vices - nicotine and cock. She takes a drag of her cigarette, the smoke curling around her like a ghostly halo, before leaning in to envelop the erect penis with her cold, unyielding lips. Her mouth, once warm and inviting, is now a chilling tomb, her tongue a rigid, unfeeling muscle that laps at the pre-cum beading at the tip. She sucks, her head moving in a steady rhythm, her eyes glazed and distant, lost in her own world of decay and desire. The cock hardens further, eager for more, but she is a corpse, unyielding, unfeeling, her pleasure in the act of desecration, of using her dead body to bring another to life.