Ota Leka starts this off with a beautiful scene while talking on the phone. Study this face during this scene, folks, for this is some very fine, open and honest acting. As she listens to her lover breaking up, she zaps emotionally between despair, anger, hurt, denial. And this is all done with her eyes, and her neck tension. It is as controlled as Kabuki and she should get an award for that scene. The control finally breaks and she blows up, screams, cries, breaks down. and then wakes up on the couch. Her tear-reddened eyes blink open. She looks around, realizing she is alone. Her hands reach down and brush past her breasts. She is wearing a silk slip and it clings nicely. Her hands brush further down her body. And then the movements get faster. She throws off the slip, and begins exploring her lovely, delicate body. She massages faster, arching her back, moaning, screaming, counting on orgasm to flush away the memory of the feckless lover.
