The city's lights flicker and die, plunging a diverse group of elevator occupants into a sensory blackout. As their eyes adjust, so do their inhibitions, and they begin to explore each other with eager hands and hungry mouths. The elevator becomes a mobile den of iniquity, filled with the sounds of wet, slapping flesh and the musky aroma of sex. In the dark, they are free to indulge their deepest fantasies, their identities concealed, and their inhibitions shed.