For Vídeo and his lover, quarantine has become a test of faith, their religious upbringing clashing with their burgeoning desires. In the dim light of their shared room, they find themselves drawn to each other, their chastity crumbling like the walls of Jericho. They begin to touch, their fingers tracing the forbidden paths of each other's bodies, their breaths ragged with sinful longing. As they fall into a rhythm, their bodies moving in sync, they find themselves lost in a dance as old as time, their moans echoing through the empty apartment, a symphony of divine lust.