"I'm a bitch. No matter what anyone says, I'm a bitch." So says the woman who, when invited, ends up going anyway, and when desired, desires in return. Yet her heart remains empty, and no matter how many men—dozens of them—she has relations with, she gains nothing, and it all feels meaningless. Still, she continues, perhaps because she finds happiness in it. Loneliness, solitude, and happiness may be separated by a thin line, but no matter how far she goes, she remains alone.