Miller brilliantly lulls the audience into Tansy’s worldview. We admire her grit. We laugh at her acerbic takedowns of pompous silks. We forget, for a moment, that she is describing real trauma. The hinge of the play is devastatingly simple. Tansy goes on a date with a junior colleague, Julian. They have consensual sex initially. But then, after she says “no” and tries to leave, he doesn’t stop. He holds her down. He penetrates her anally while she stares at a bookshelf, disassociating.

But Miller doesn’t end on despair. In the final, gut-punching monologue, Tansy stands in the empty courtroom and delivers a verdict of her own—not on Julian, but on the system. She realises that prima facie is a shield for the powerful. It assumes a level playing field that does not exist. It mistakes “lack of perfect evidence” for “lack of truth.”

She knows that Julian is handsome, charming, and well-connected. She knows she was drinking. She knows she kissed him first. She knows she didn’t scream. She knows that in a prima facie sense, a jury will see “buyer’s remorse” rather than rape.