“A woman, alone, dressed in leather, carrying a whip. Spiked boots echo as she walks through an empty hallway, searching…wondering. Is she dreaming? She finds herself in an abandoned building. It’s dark. She thinks she’s alone, but is she? As she walks through the corridors, her fantasies of strange and exotic forms take shape. Are they real? Is she real? She feels her soft vibrant skin. The touch of leather, velvet, silk, feeling the texture of the skin on skin. Paying homage to underground, avant-garde erotic films from the 50’s, award-winning director, James Avalon, creates a visual odyssey as he delves into the fetish-themed mind of a young female writer/filmmaker/sexual performer conjuring up a variety of exotic fetish-spiced, erotic fantasies.”