Nguyễn Thị, in the tradition of her ancestors, engages in a private, provocative dance. Her lithe body moves sensuously, clad only in sheer silks that cling to her damp skin. She arches her back, pushing her breasts forward, teasing her own nipples until they harden. Her hips sway, grinding against an invisible partner, her fingers finding their way to her wet folds. She moans, her voice echoing in the empty room, as she brings herself to the brink of ecstasy, over and over again.