Bea Lima, a.k.a. Bea Piranha, prowls the streets of the favela, her eyes sharp and hungry. She's not looking for love; she's looking for a score. Her prey? The desperate, the needy, the ones who'll pay for a taste of her youthful, eager body. Today, she's dressed to kill, her tiny shorts and tight top leaving little to the imagination. She spots her target, a middle-aged man with a worried look on his face. He's perfect. She struts over, her hips swaying seductively, and leans in close, whispering her price. The man hesitates, then agrees, leading her to his cramped, cluttered apartment. Bea grins, ready to turn this sad little place into her personal playground.