Melisa Leoni

Two girls are in a bed. One of the girls tries something, but it's not because her girlfriend is lesbian that she will have sex with her.

In summer, passions are blue. Oil-blue. Love stains and leaves traces. Three couples come to spend the summer in Brittany. Desire obeys only the logic of fluids and ignores the couples apparently in place. Autopsy of contemporary amorous masochisms. Rose was on fire that summer.