The city never sleeps, and neither do its most insatiable inhabitants. Two anonymous figures, drawn together by primal instinct, find themselves in the dimly lit metro, their bodies aching for release. With a silent agreement, they retreat to a deserted car, the clattering of the train on the tracks a rhythmic accompaniment to their illicit dance. They're strangers, but their bodies know each other's language, speaking in the universal tongue of desire. They strip, they taste, they take, their moans swallowed by the city's hum, their identities lost in the shadows.