In a seedy motel room, a man and a woman, both married to others, meet in secret. "You sent me here, didn't you?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper. "To this place, to you." He nods, his eyes never leaving her body. "And you know why I'm here," she continues, her hands slowly unbuttoning her shirt, revealing the black lace bra underneath. "I'm here to fuck the guilt away." She straddles him, her skirt riding up, revealing her thong. "And you're going to help me."