Fresh-faced pledges in a sorority house, armed with mops and vacuums, aim to prove their worth by cleaning to the highest standards. But as they work side by side, the young women find their pulses quickening, their eyes lingering on each other's curves. The hazing has begun, not by their elders, but by their own awakening desires. They start by tentatively touching hands, then backs, before giving in to the urge to explore each other's bodies fully, their cleaning supplies forgotten.