Waves crash nearby, but the only rhythm our beachcomber is attuned to is the pulse in his ears as he spies on the unsuspecting sunbathers. Bikini tops are adjusted, revealing tantalizing glimpses of flesh, and tangas ride high, hinting at the treasure beneath. The heat of the day intensifies, both on the sand and within our voyeur, as he captures every illicit moment, his camera lens his only companion in this secret, taboo dance.