A Chinese couple, undeterred by the late hour, slip into a secluded courtyard. The woman, her hair unbound, reclines on a stone bench, her silk gown riding up her thighs. The man, his tunic loose, sinks to his knees, his hands caressing her legs, parting them. He leans in, his tongue finding her center, tasting her, as she gasps, her fingers tangling in his hair. They move together, their bodies entwined, their lovemaking a whispered secret in the night.