In the dim light of the confessional, a woman, her voice laced with guilt, confesses her taboo desires to the priest. She's the comadre, the godmother, but her mind is consumed by lust. She's a "puta" in her thoughts, fantasizing about the priest's body, his touch. She's married, but her husband can't quench the fire within her. She seeks absolution, yet she craves the forbidden.