In the grimy, dimly-lit back room of a Buenos Aires bar, a young Argentine teen, Gritona, finds herself face-to-face with Llorona, the weeping woman of local legend. As the air grows thick with tension and desire, Gritona's breath hitches, her nipples hardening beneath her thin shirt. Llorona, her eyes filled with tears and hunger, advances, her hands tracing the curves of Gritona's body. The teen's moans echo through the room as Llorona's fingers delve into her wet, eager pussy, drawing out her tears of pleasure.