Under the neon lights of Guayaquil's seedy underbelly, a chongo, a man of the streets, becomes the unwilling object of a woman's deepest desires. She's no ordinary woman, though. She's a regular at Bastion, a place where the line between pleasure and pain is blurred. Tonight, she's crossed that line, her inhibitions shattered by the alcohol and the heat of the city. She sees Chongo, his rough exterior a testament to his tough life, and she wants him. She wants him to fuck her, to claim her, to make her his in the most primal way possible. She wants him to take her from behind, to pound into her until she's screaming his name, until she's nothing but a puppet in his hands, dancing to his every thrust.