In the sultry heat of a Tamil summer, a mother and son find themselves in a compromising position. She, a traditional woman, has been teaching him the art of soothu, the ancient Tamil oil massage. As she demonstrates, her hands glide over her own body, the oil shimmering on her skin. The son, entranced by the sight of his mother's body, feels a stirring he can't explain. His gaze lingers on the gentle slope of her breasts, the curve of her hips, the way the oil makes her skin glisten. The room fills with the scent of warm oil and the soft rustle of fabric, as their innocent lesson takes a sudden, taboo turn.