The night. One night. Perhaps any night anywhere. It rains. A woman. No. A man. A man and a woman. No. A man, a woman and someone else. The table. A table. A table immersed in alcohol, singing, playing music. The music. No, jazz. JAZZ! The seduction, the crossing. Acting, pretend. Laught. The kisses. No. Decline. One night, a woman a man and someone else, on a table. No. The Void.

In the absence of projects in which to establish herself as an actress, Franca looks for unconventional alternatives to obtain recognition.