Synopsis
It begins with her going out wearing nothing underneath. Her skirt sways and the wind clings to her, yet she has to act unfazed while waiting for the elevator and ordering. In diary form, the heat is written in fragments: the seat is too cold, she dares not take big steps, and at night she wonders whether anyone caught a glimpse during the day. "Going commando" is no gimmick; it's the struggle she fights with herself all day long.