Our age disposes of romantic sentimentality. There is no romance here. There is fear, anxiety, stress. Will a touch which once gave pleasure or signified familiarity or warmth, mean death. The subject debates exercising her own personal agency; should she speak up or should she give consent. Either is fraught with danger. What will she do. Will she recoil? Will she submit? Will she bat the hand away? or Will she acquiesce? It is unknown. All we see is a snapshot. We all anticipate her choice in the moment.