Rossa, the self-proclaimed 'travesti whore,' retreats to her bedroom, her mind a whirlwind of guilt and desire. She undresses, her body a map of past encounters, and settles on the bed, her hand automatically reaching between her legs. She thinks of the men she's serviced, their cocks, their cum, their hands on her body. Her fingers move faster, her breath hitches, and she's close, so close, when the door creaks open, revealing a figure from her past, ready to claim her once more.