The weight of religious guilt bears down upon them, yet their bodies yearn for release. They meet in the dark, hands wandering, clothing discarded. One girl, her faith wavering, tentatively touches her friend's nakedness, tracing the curve of her breast, the smoothness of her thigh. The other leans in, their lips meeting in a forbidden kiss. They sink to the floor, hands exploring, fingers delving into wet heat. Gasps and moans fill the room as they writhe together, their bodies slick with sweat and sin, chasing the ecstasy that will momentarily absolve them of their guilt.