A tattooed, alternative beauty, her body a canvas of art, moves gracefully in her home, her solo performance a blend of the mundane and the bizarre. She's making coffee, her pretty face focused, yet something's amiss. She pulls out an enema bag, her weird, emo side taking over. 'What the fuck are you doing?' you ask, bewildered. She just smiles, 'You'll see,' she purrs, her body arching in anticipation, her culona ready for the strange, wtf morning she has planned.