
And then there’s Ivy off-stage, away from family and friends, prowling the streets, hardly recognizable without make-up, her eyes shining with tension and craving, picking up any stranger, going into any dingy bedroom.
She’s running furiously through her days, seeking escape, needing release, fighting the passionate demon which lives inside her, torturing her, wildly demanding more liquor, more men, more women, anything to sate her uncontrollable sexual desire.