The man is nothing more than a mere cushion. The woman wants to sit on his face, and he is seen only as something to be sat upon, fulfilling her desire. However, this act suffocates him, and her irritation grows with his suffering. She stomps his face with her feet, forcefully squats down, and traps him beneath her buttocks—her craving to use him as a human cushion knows no end. How far will this impulse go? A new desire is born.