Weird electrode people

Andrew Blake at his peak, lads, turning Tori Welles' relentless subconscious fantasies into a mind-bending shag-fest via some high-tech mindscan imager and a pair of boffin doctors hooking her up to electrodes. Sounds like sci-fi bollocks, right? Wrong. Tori pulls it off with effortless class, her naughty dreams erupting into frantic anonymous romps, steamy girl/girl sensuality, and proper interracial lust that hits like a freight train. Blake's styling is pure poetry – those shadowy midnight blues in the lighting, razor-sharp framing that makes every curve pop like a Penthouse centrefold, and production design so sleek it's got that futuristic fetish vibe without tipping into cheese. Tori's the star, all porcelain skin and insatiable hunger, proving fantasy can scorch hotter than reality. Couples' night in or solo wank? Either way, this one's a keeper. Sometimes the mind's the dirtiest playground.