Her breasts heave, her muscles flex, she swings, slaps, cringes. She is a character, a caricature; decidedly violent, obviously female, strangely alluring. Is she punishing or being punished? She caresses, skin to material, in the only way possible. She is animal. She is human. She is female. The lines that define tenderness and brutality, lust and love, danger and desire are blurred. Touch it. Touch the untouchable.