In the dim light of a Medellín apartment, four paisas, their eyes red from crying, come together to drown their sorrows. Clad in barely-there tangas, they move slowly at first, their bodies stiff with grief. But as they touch, they ignite, their cries of "Me duele" transforming into moans of pleasure. The room fills with the scent of sex and the sound of bodies coming together, their rhythm raw and primal, a dance of pain and pleasure.