Mary Rider, a vision in red, bares her soles, heels digging into the carpet. She pops a banana, letting the creamy insides ooze out. Slowly, she presses her feet into it, the fruit squelching under her touch. She's a feast of contradictions - the glamour of her high heels clashing with the primal act of crushing food. Her white skin glows, contrasting with her dark tattoos, as she indulges her food and foot fetishes, her solo show a symphony of sensuality.