Nova, the namibiana bandida, has a reputation that precedes her, and the Angolan police are no strangers to her exploits. Tonight, she's chosen a naive officer, a fuutngo, to be her plaything. In the dimly lit corners of Luanda, she performs her seductive dance, her futungodebelas swaying, her whispered words in Namibian, a language of lust and desire. The officer, unable to resist, takes her against the cold, hard wall, her cries of pleasure echoing through the night, a symphony of forbidden passion.