Carlos steps out of the shower, surprised to find Lucia sitting on his bed, her eyes roaming over his body. She's never looked at him like that before, but she can't help it. She's been having these thoughts, these urges, and she needs to satisfy them. She stands, approaching him, her hands reaching for his towel. 'Lucia, what are you doing?' he asks, his voice barely a whisper. She just smiles, 'I'm doing what I've been wanting to do for a long time, Carlos.'