Bumping into each other in the kitchen, Vívian and João's eyes meet, the air thick with unspoken desires. Vívian, her long hair cascading over her shoulders, bites her lip, her gaze dropping to João's crotch. João, a roludo (player), smirks, his hand reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering on her cheek. Their father, oblivious to the sexual tension, chats about the day's chores. Later, Vívian finds João in his room, his shirt off, revealing his toned chest. She enters, closing the door behind her, her heart pounding. "João," she whispers, "what are we doing?" João pulls her close, his lips capturing hers, his hands roaming her body, ready to explore the depths of their forbidden lust.