As the last embers of the prematurely ended hanabi festival fade, so does the hope for a chaste night for these Japanese lovelies. Their eyes meet, and the unspoken agreement is reached. They slip away, their obis tightening around their waists as they lead each other to a private, hidden spot. There, they indulge in each other, their fingers tracing the soft curves of their bodies, their tongues tasting the salt on each other's skin, a desperate, passionate dance under the starlit sky.