Under the neon lights of LA's seedy underbelly, Rico's nena moves with an expertise that's as mesmerizing as it is scandalous. She grinds, she teases, she beckons, her body a canvas of desire, painted with the hues of her Latin heritage. Rico, her silent observer, watches with a hunger that's almost violent. Their dance is a dance of the damned, a dance of the forbidden, a dance that could very well be their undoing.