I am reality (die elektroschuhe)

Just married… our couple enters the urban space. On the way home the wedding bed has to be quickly bought, payed and shouldered. An inappropriate joke about the absurdity of their action and the desire is gone and the fraud unforgivable. The password is pinched and he can risk a gaze in her Second Life. Getting horny with it and then vomiting it on the street in such a sensitive moment.
An argument in which privacy is opened for outsiders and they get access to the inner world of the couples feelings. The interplay between exhibitionism and shame allows the spectators to experience their own voyeuristic potentials. Now the game is on. With passwords! Including the results which are involved. Including the secrets and the preferences.