"The job of a secretary is surprisingly rather unexciting," she says. At 28 years old, the title is embedded in her slender physique and perfect manner, requiring almost no further explanation. However, she readily reveals that this "unexciting" is not just another name for restraint, but rather a thin veil used to conceal a desire for excitement. "I want excitement." Desire is not made brighter by being kept secret; rather, by declaring it in such a calm tone, its contours are made even more pronounced. "I like the way older men look," she adds. This declaration of likes and dislikes doesn't descend into a list of attributes, but rather boils down to a single attitude: appearance. Its brevity confirms the everyday situation in which she is often the one who "does the devotion" and at the same time hints at a desire to reverse that situation—using the simple phrase, "I want to be aggressive every once in a while." What's important here isn't the simplicity of her vocabulary, but the fact that for her, the reversal of this situation isn't staged, but rather functions as a restoration of equilibrium. From the very beginning, she loses control, without resorting to excessive metaphors, and this is only apparent in her irregular breathing and averted gaze. The cliché of a beautiful figure being "tossed about," however, forces us to acknowledge that this is the only grammar the body has chosen to use to disrupt its own equilibrium. What she desires—no need to embellish with obscured words—is a penis, and its arrival is recorded matter-of-factly as the moment when her desire reaches a halt, not an end. The slang term "come to its end" is not a full stop, but merely a temporary punctuation mark to widen the space. This strangely reflects her competence as a secretary. The precision of the hand that organizes everything is deliberately abandoned here, and disorder itself is transformed into a single order. "Secretaries are plain," she said. But that plainness, like a light quietly shining in the corner of the picture, accentuates the excess. The excess does not assault her; she invites it in. This gesture of invitation is both the most elegant and the most barbaric.