The sisters, their faces flushed with shame and desire, begin to move in unison, their bodies consumed by an all-out aghori sex ritual. The room fills with the sound of their wet, slapping flesh and their stifled moans. Michelle's hands grip her brother's shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as she rides him harder, faster. Thien-Dia, unable to resist the sight of her sister's pleasure, reaches out to touch Michelle's bouncing breasts, her own body aching with need. As they collapse into a heap of post-coital remorse and shame amidst smeared juices and spent fluids, they pray for absolution from their taboo lust sins.