In a clinic bathed in the soft glow of late afternoon, a chubby, bearded man spins a tale of unbridled lust, his voice a low, seductive rumble. The doctors here, he narrates, are not healers but purveyors of pleasure, their patients not the sick but the sexually frustrated and adventurous. The naughty Soças, their curves accentuated by lacy, revealing garments, lie on the examination tables, their bodies aching for the doctors' touch. The doctors, their professional demeanor shed like clothing, approach their patients, their erections leading the way. They plunge into the waiting vaginas, the room filled with the wet sounds of sex and the moans of ecstasy.