Beneath the city's pulsating heart, a secret society of flesh peddlers plies their trade. Their wares? The most primal of human cravings. In the dimly lit, graffiti-scarred underbelly, they congregate, drawn by the promise of anonymous gratification. A gloved hand reaches out, offering a tantalizing glimpse of what lies beneath. A willing participant accepts, and the two disappear into the shadows, leaving behind only the faintest echo of their passionate interlude.