In the sultry heat of Costa Rica, a mysterious woman, a local from the beach town of Coronado, slips into an empty bathroom, the scent of saltwater and sunscreen still clinging to her skin. She's not alone for long. A stranger, perhaps a fellow tourist, joins her, the sound of their breath quickening in the humid air. The mirror fogs up as their bodies press together, hands exploring beneath wet swimsuits. The bathroom echoes with their moans, a symphony of desire set against the distant crash of waves.