In the dimly lit room, 'Mi Vieja' plays on the old TV, casting a blue glow over the entwined bodies of a father and daughter. She's young, barely legal, her body still blossoming into womanhood. He's older, strong, his hands rough from years of labor. They're both bare, their bodies slick with sweat as they sin together, their moans and grunts filling the room louder than the movie's dialogue.