Pushpa, the sultry Afghan dancer, ignites the room with her mesmerizing movements, her qorashi dress a mere suggestion of modesty. As the music reaches its crescendo, so does her passion, her hands exploring her body with unrestrained hunger. She is a vision of carnal desire, her dance a ritualistic summoning, a call to join her in the ancient dance of Eros, where the boundaries between observer and participant blur, and the only law is the rhythm of the flesh.