In the heart of Caracas, Catia, a.k.a. "la perra," reigns supreme. Tonight, she's out with her girls, a crew of the city's most desirable "prepagos." They cruise the streets in their low-riders, windows down, music blaring, drawing the eyes of every man they pass. Catia, in her skintight dress and sky-high heels, is the center of attention. She loves it, feeding off the power. As they pull up to a club, she turns to her girls, a wicked grin on her face, "Tonight, we're going to make these Caracas boys beg for more."