There is no more vicious force than an army living in lawless territory. Imprisoned and used as a plaything for soldiers, she would eventually vanish like morning dew in a pleasure district. Enduring repeated choking torture, she remained haunted by unforgettable pleasure that gripped her soul. Even when one customer nearly strangled her to death, she did not regret her life. Weeping, she tells the sorrowful tale of choking torment. Any man who meets such a woman would be utterly consumed. Her suffering form, writhing under strangulation, is irresistibly sensual, and the sensation of her neck will remain etched in memory forever.