In a dimly lit, heated yoga studio, two European lesbians lead a women-only class, their lithe bodies moving in perfect synchrony. As they guide their students through poses, their hands often stray from wrists to waists, fingers brushing against bare skin. The class becomes a dance of desire, with the instructor's eyes locked onto each other, ignoring the rest of the room. After class, they retreat to the changing room, their hands and lips exploring each other's flexible forms, fingers slipping inside wet, eager folds.