Under the watchful eyes of ancient Mixtec gods, a woman undresses, her body a canvas of curves and shadows. She lies back on her bed, the scent of copal incense filling the air. Her fingers dance over her skin, tracing the path of a lover's touch. She parts her legs, her hand finding the wet heat between them. Her moans fill the room, a primal song of desire, echoing through the streets of Oaxaca, a city that has seen many such rituals of self-love.