The streets of Rio de Janeiro echo with the infectious beat of funk as a group of strangers, drawn together by the rhythm, begin to dance. As the music intensifies, so does their movement, their bodies grinding and gyrating in ways that defy public decency. Clothes are discarded, forgotten, as they lose themselves in the primal, carnal dance. The air is thick with the scent of sweat and sex as they touch, stroke, and tease each other, their bodies slick with desire.