"On a lazy March 14th, 2005, a bedroom transforms into a studio, the futon into a set. A body, bare and wanton, responds to the blues, fingers tapping out a rhythm on tender, slick flesh. Close-ups reveal every detail, every bead of sweat, every glisten of arousal. The music sets the pace, a slow burn that builds to a crescendo, the fingers playing the pussy like a well-loved guitar, the body quivering in time with the music's climax."