C'est un réflexe nerveux, on n'y peut rien...

Towards an insolent, gluttonous, switched-on femininity?
Thérèse and Palmier both live in a very, very enclosed house. The days and nights are the same, and they try really hard to do well, because they don't want to be cut into pieces or have their skulls shaved. One night, something starts rumbling inside them. It comes from the belly? the pelvis? it overflows with desire. And then everything changes?