The bathroom tiles are slick with water and desire as the sisters, clad in dripping wet clothes, stare at each other with hungry eyes. They're no longer sisters, but two women consumed by lust. With a shared nod, they step closer, hands reaching out, caressing, squeezing. The room fills with the sound of wet fabric rubbing against skin, their moans growing louder with each passing moment. They're not just getting wet, they're drowning in each other.