Someone once remarked that they didn't care what consenting adults did, as long as they didn't do it in the street and frighten the horses. A couple of generations later, society generally has come to share the view.

This is an obstacle for a playwright hoping to involve audiences in a story of the games people play behind closed doors. What they do no longer causes frissons - so the emphasis must turn to why they are doing it.

Dermot Bolger's new play does just that, but it left me with an overpowering sense of dΘjα vu. I have seen characters and plots very much like these before. A man waits in a seedy hotel room for a woman. When she turns up, it emerges she is there in response to an advert he placed, and that sex is the objective.

They talk a lot (for people in this situation), she taunting and he protesting, in dialogue that lacks a credible ring. It emerges this is not their first time together, nor will it be their last. A shared past eventually surfaces, with details of a tragedy that derailed their relationship.

Tom O'Leary and Tanya Raab, directed by David Byrne, play the couple with as much conviction as their roles and words allow them, negotiating potentially embarrassing moments with the necessary lack of self-consciousness.

It is a short play, but even at an hour it felt unduly protracted.

Runs until August 25th; bookings at 01-6795720