The room is thick with smoke, the air heavy with the scent of burning tobacco and something more primal. Two women, one with dreadlocks bouncing around her shoulders, share a cigarette, their fingers brushing as they pass it back and forth. The Latina's eyes gleam with a hunger that has nothing to do with the nicotine. She takes a deep drag, her lips wrapping around the filter, then leans in, pressing her mouth to her friend's. The smoke mingles with their breath, a heady mix that intoxicates them. She reaches up, her fingers tangling in the dreadlocks, pulling her friend closer as they lose themselves in a smoldering, smoke-filled kiss.