Enter the theatre of selfishness, where a man finds himself whipped and flogged on the stage of one’s happiness. This category is very politically incorrect and shares ‘naked’ pursuit of one’s own body, the primitive evidence of desire. See the realisation of self pleasure, when the performers grab the sticks or their hands move up and down their genitals to get the best. These clothes seem to tell a raw story, a spectacle of the joy of travelling alone, the power of human frame to get a high on its own. It’s an appetizing egocentric erotic show that bears no cover from the society’s regulations.