In the throes of New Year's Eve, a stormy night coats the city in a sheen of rain, turning sidewalks into slick, glistening runways. Inside, a packed club throbs with bodies, overheated and damp. The DJ spins a sultry beat, and the crowd responds, hips swiveling, breasts heaving, as clothes begin to peel away, one tantalizing layer at a time. The warning signs are no match for the primal hunger that's taken hold, as the night slides into a blur of wet, writhing bodies and insatiable desire.