Under the dim glow of a single bulb, Khmer cousins, their faces flushed with desire and inhibition, engage in a silent, heated dance. She, her eyes locked onto his, begins to unbutton her blouse, revealing her lacy bra and heaving cleavage. He, his breath ragged, mirrors her actions, his toned chest bared. They stand there, their bodies yearning for each other, their minds racing with the cultural no-no of their actions. Yet, as she reaches out to touch his hardness and he cups her wet heat, they find themselves powerless to stop, their Khmer heritage and the potential shame of their family be damned, as they succumb to their primal needs.