Nora Aix, in the throes of passion, lets the Hungarian sun bathe her naked body. Her fingers dance along her slick folds, her breaths coming in ragged gasps. The city's sounds - the distant hum of traffic, the laughter from nearby cafes - only heighten her pleasure. She imagines the city's history, its stories, pouring into her as she brings herself to orgasm, her cries echoing through the streets of Budapest.