Front view. One evening, in a rather shabby French PMU bar, a 35-year-old woman is sitting at the bar, next to the beer taps. She is a little plump, with long, wavy chestnut-coloured hair, tousled and drenched in sweat, her pale skin is dotted with freckles and moles all over her body, 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 synthetic fabric that’s very tight-fitting and hints at her breasts and nipples, a coral-red skirt rolled up above her hips, and black lace knickers pulled down at the front, revealing her shaved yet hairy pussy. She looks drunk and aroused, with an amused and mischievous expression. Her eyes are half-closed. She is looking at a 55-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 45 and 65 – working-class, alcoholic, lecherous and rowdy – some of whom have taken their cocks out of their trousers and are masturbating, they caress her, finger her arse, kiss her neck and pinch her breasts. One of them pulls the woman’s T-shirt up to expose her breasts. The lighting is subdued and the neon signs glow behind the bar.