In the throes of his doll fetish, Cesardick's girlfriend becomes his living, breathing plaything. He runs his hands over her smooth, white skin, tracing the contours of her body like a sculptor with his clay. She's his obsession, his only focus, and he's determined to make her shine brighter than any doll he's ever owned. Their love-making is a dance of passion and possession, a night of pure, unadulterated pleasure.