Under the cloak of night, Kolkata's Central Park becomes a stage for Ros and Nunu's secret tryst. The crisp air does little to cool their ardor as they press against each other, hands exploring, breaths coming in ragged gasps. Nunu pushes Ros against a tree, hiking up her skirt, her fingers finding Ros' wet, waiting core. Ros moans, her head thrown back, as Nunu works her magic, her other hand cupping Ros' breast, squeezing the nipple through the thin fabric of her blouse. The park echoes with their moans, the crickets their only audience as they give in to their carnal desires, their bodies moving in rhythm, their pleasure building until they both cry out, their bodies shaking with the force of their release.