“what is real sex” is all elegance: a raven-haired woman in heels and pearls, nothing else. In “what is real sex” she sits on a grand piano, legs wide, using the smooth handle of a hairbrush as a dildo. The contrast in “what is real sex” between refined setting and raw masturbation is intoxicating. Her cultured moans echo in “what is real sex” until she shatters, elegant composure lost in shuddering climax.