Glenine and Dawson, two pretty angels, defy their heavenly roles, indulging in a secret, sinful dance. Their tongues, once used for hymns, now trace forbidden paths, exploring each other's sweet, warm mouths. They're clumsy, eager, their hands trembling as they touch, learning each other's bodies. Their halos slip, falling to the floor as they lose themselves in their lust, their angelic forms writhing in a dance that's anything but holy.