As Anitta's Sanfoninha fills the room, a luscious Brazilian woman, clad in a barely-there thong and matching bra, begins a sultry dance. She grinds against an invisible partner, her eyes closed, lost in the music. Her hands roam her body, cupping her breasts, squeezing them, before sliding down to her thong. She slips a finger beneath the fabric, gasping as she feels her arousal, her body moving in sync with the rhythm of the song.