In the dimly lit room, a woman, a 'puta' as they call her, begins to stir. Her eyes flutter open, and she stretches languidly, her lithe body gleaming with a thin sheen of sweat. She's not alone; men from the nearby JD Marilia establishment watch, their eyes hungry. She knows they're there, and it fuels her desire. She begins to touch herself, her fingers tracing the curves of her body, lingering on her breasts, her hips, her thighs. She's wet, and she knows they can see it. She's putting on a show, and she's enjoying every minute of it.