Seven latex-clad lesbians in stockings and garters descend into a hedonistic frenzy in the hottub. The room is a whirlwind of glistening curves and desperate, hungry lips. A symphony of wet, sloppy sounds fills the air as they feast on each other's pussies, fingers and tongues dancing in a rhythm as old as time. The scent of latex and sex is intoxicating, and the women lose themselves in the moment, their inhibitions melting away like the ice in their champagne glasses.