Mercy West, clad in white, footed, opaque tights and a thong leotard, slops and stomps across the dense mud of a drying lake. She eventually crawls along, stopping to kneel and gasp strenuously. She is doing this all for you, the watcher.

Mercy West, clad in white, footed, opaque tights and a thong leotard, slops and stomps across the dense mud of a drying lake. She eventually crawls along, stopping to kneel and gasp strenuously. She is doing this all for you, the watcher.