Two pale, tattooed emos, their bodies adorned with alternative art, meet in a seedy, abandoned warehouse. Their eyes, lined with kohl, burn with desire. They circle each other like predators, their movements punctuated by the heavy beat of punk music. One, a wild-haired goth, pushes the other against a graffiti-covered wall, her hands rough, commanding. She tears open the other's shirt, revealing pierced nipples, and forces her head down, commanding, "Eat that pussy, dyke." The submissive emo complies, her tongue flicking out, eager to please her dominant counterpart.