The dimly lit bar pulses with life, but the real action is in the corner, where a raven-haired vixen, dubbed the 'Piranha', is devouring her next victim. Her lithe body grinds against his, her hands exploring every inch of him, while his hands tentatively roam her curves. She's a force, a whirlwind of desire, her moans and whispered obscenities drowned out by the thumping bass. The bar's patrons, oblivious to the explicit display, continue their own revelry, while the 'Piranha' and her conquest are lost in their own world of carnal pleasure.