Under the cloak of night, two strangers meet in the heart of Algiers, their eyes locked, their bodies yearning. She's a vision in red, her curves accentuated by the dim lighting of the narrow alley. He's a mystery, his face obscured by a hood. Their encounter is fierce, animalistic, a clash of bodies and souls. She grinds against him, her breath ragged, her moans echoing off the cold walls. He lifts her, impaling her on his hardness, their bodies slapping together in a rhythm as old as time. The city sleeps on, blissfully unaware of the carnal symphony being played out in its dark heart.