Shame

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When does enjoyment become obsession? What transforms simple desire into an all-consuming compulsion? And where does reality end and fantasy begin? These are but a few of the questions addressed in Alis Locanta's SexArt feature film, "Shame." It begins on a bleak weekday commute, two total strangers on a crowded subway train. He's distracted, oblivious, unaware. She, however, is highly aware — watching, planning a seduction, imagining the possibilities, the potential to satisfy her insatiable hunger. As the train rumbles from stop to stop her imaginings become more and more vivid, and the line between craved and possessed becomes blurred. In Alisson's mind the encounter unfolds. She feels Martin's lips against hers, his hands, his mouth, ravenous. He enters her. Now her drug of choice takes hold — her senses heightened, her appetite limitless. Even as the real world hovers at the edges of perception she devours this stranger, intoxicated by attraction and arousal. The train builds speed, bodies entwined, pulses racing, fevers building — welcome to "Shame." Enjoy the ride...