A 1992 VHS release has been reissued. A woman wanders through a shopping district in broad daylight, a sign hanging from her neck inked with the words "I am that perverted woman," enduring scorn and cold stares from onlookers, yet finding pleasure in her own humiliation. Living each day exposed to the gaze of others, performing her pitiful, wretched existence, she indulges in masturbation, sinking into hidden ecstasy. Centered on masochistic desire, this work intensely emphasizes humiliation, pursuing a sensation of pleasure akin to a candle burning itself out—like a wax figure consumed entirely by flame.