The cybercafe in Buenos Aires buzzes with patrons, but the couple in the corner booth has eyes only for each other. The woman's breath hitches as her partner's hand snakes under her skirt, his fingers finding her wet, eager center. She bites her lip to stifle a moan, her nails digging into his thigh. Their bodies press together, the heat between them palpable, as they indulge in their public, yet private, moment of passion, the glow of the computer screens casting a soft, ethereal light on their entwined forms.