Under the watchful eyes of the old, worn cue sticks lining the wall, Rocky Gaúcho and his unnamed partner engage in a silent, intense battle of wills, their pool game a mere pretext for the sexual tension building between them. Each lean over the table, each deliberate stroke, each accidental brush of their bodies, stokes the fire within them, until finally, the game is forgotten, and they succumb to their primal urges, right there on the pool table.