
Sadie is horny. Really horny. She has let real life, either working at the walk-in-clinic as a receptionist, or hanging out with her friends, fade into the background like radio-static, only half awares and mostly filtered out. She only thinks about sex and bugs. Sex reinforced via the whisper sultry podcast she always has in her ear, and insects through the brightly lit macro-cinematography, extreme close ups of creepy crawlies peppered through the film. She can only get herself off by having crickets walking on her bare skin at the penultimate second, or three, before orgasm. (It is notable that the word bug can also mean mania.) She has presumably worked out the details on self pleasure, her kink, by containing the insects in...
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