Under the Brazilian sun, the muses of Carnaval strut their stuff, but once the parade ends, they seek solace in each other's arms. In the cramped quarters of their dressing rooms, they indulge in passionate kisses and wandering hands, their bodies slick with sweat and desire. They tease each other mercilessly, their fingers exploring every inch of forbidden territory, until they're left breathless and spent, ready to take the stage again and continue their sensuous dance.