Front view. One evening, in a rather shabby French PMU bar, a 40 years old indian woman is sitting on the bar, next to the beer taps. She is a bitt chubby, with long, wavy black hair, tousled and drenched in sweat, her pale skin is dotted with freckles and moles all over her body, natural skin, and she has small, natural breasts that sag, as well as voluptuous hips and thighs. She’s wearing a blue denim jacket, a slightly see-through white T-shirt made of stretchy nylon fabric that’s very tight-fitting, a coral-red skirt rolled up above her hips, and a translucent worn big loose panties, panties pulled aside revealing her shaved yet hairy pussy. She looks drunk and asleep, a bitt choked. Her eyes are half-closed. She is looking at a 65 year-old man opposite her who is pulling at her knickers to see inside, the viewer can also see the woman’s genitals. She is surrounded by a crowd of men aged between 65 and 75 – working-class, alcoholic, lecherous and rowdy – some of whom have taken their cocks out of their trousers and are masturbating, many men, many hands gropping her, unclothed her, they caress her, finger her arse, kiss her neck and pinch her breasts, one man pulls her hair back forcefully. Her pussy and belly are covered by thick white sperm. One of the men pulls the woman’s T-shirt up to expose her breasts. The lighting is subdued and the neon signs glow behind the bar.