Money, hair, fame...I don't need anything. The middle-aged man on her lonely-looking back immerses herself in sex with a girl whose motherhood is aching as she presses her sweaty, sticky skin into close contact with him. The middle-aged man's greasiness and licking of his skin and oxidized silver have become addictive, and his body fluids are rational in a dilapidated six-tatami room filled with erotic smells... sweat, saliva, tide, love juices...