Two men, lost in the throes of a trance, their eyes glazed over, stand in the center of a dimly lit room. A shemale, dressed in nothing but a pair of black stockings and a lacy garter belt, dances around them, her body moving in ways that defy natural law. Her hips grind and her body undulates, the silk of her stockings rustling with every movement. The men, under her spell, watch her, their eyes filled with a hunger that's almost primal. The room is filled with the scent of their sweat and the faint, lingering smell of the shemale's perfume.