Maritza, the firebrand temptress, dances alone in her dimly lit room, her body undulating like a snake charmer's. She's 'puta,' a sinner in the eyes of her pious community, but she doesn't care. She's 'sola,' but not lonely, for her dance is her lover. Her hips sway, her body arches, and her hands roam, caressing her curves like a lover's touch. She's 'baile,' dancing, but it's no ordinary dance. It's a ritual, a sacrifice, a prayer to the god of flesh and desire.