Four young women from various walks of life - a pop singer, a housewife, a convenience store cashier, and a lawyer - who have racked up millions of yen in debt playing online Mahjong are abducted and forced to play a game of "Strip Mahjong": the winner will have her debts cleared and will also win ten million yen while those who lose all of their clothes will also lose their lives. The weekly game is broadcast to select viewers on a secret TV signal, and is hosted by annoying M.C. Mac and his bubble-headed associate Ranran, and the last player will have to face off against the "Killer Mahjong Queen" the previous winner of the game.

That's pretty much all their is to this almost contemptible direct-to-video feature in which the gimmick to strip women for the camera is so blatant that a newbie to Asian exploitation might assume that Japan hasn't had forty-odd years of experience more creatively revealing skin on the big screen. Perhaps an even cursory understanding of Mahjong might let us in on the suspense, but even the sequence of losers is predictable and their punishments monotonous. It's also hard to sympathize with characters who would adhere to the rules of the game rather than ganging up on their torments (who they have outnumbered), and even more unbelievable that their "hosts" would adhere to their own rules at the climax when they have cheated earlier on. Even Nikkatsu at its most brutal, explicit, and downbeat was never as dreary enough to let viewers reflect on the contradictory notion of stripping a woman for audience edification and punishing her for losing all of her clothing (and yes I am aware of the hypocrisy of giving Nikkatsu's more polished sexploitation a pass while laying into this film). Although the "punishments" are less grueling than one would find in "torture porn", the host's shallow philosophizing about how (forcible) stripping bares (pun intended) the soul could have its place in a film of that sub-genre.