In “[ura meshiya (maccha neji)] okaa-san no dekajiri ga erosugite [chinese] [dpx真不可视汉化組]” she dances alone to slow R&B, hips swaying, hands roaming. The dress falls away piece by piece until she’s in nothing but heels. Grinding against the air, then against her own hand, she repeats “[ura meshiya (maccha neji)] okaa-san no dekajiri ga erosugite [chinese] [dpx真不可视汉化組]” like lyrics. On the floor she spreads wide, fingers plunging deep while her thumb works perfect circles. The climax in “[ura meshiya (maccha neji)] okaa-san no dekajiri ga erosugite [chinese] [dpx真不可视汉化組]” is operatic—back bowed, toes pointed, a long, keening cry of release that leaves her glistening under the colored lights.