Mary Butterfly, the married vixen, stretches out on the tattooist's table, her body a symphony of curves and colors. Alexandre Drazdauskas, the talented artist, prepares his needles, but his thoughts are far from professional. He imagines tracing the lines of her tattoos with his tongue, feeling the rise and fall of her breath as she responds to his touch. Marcelo Indaiatuba, his fellow artist, can't help but steal glances, his own desires stirred by Mary's naked, tattooed body. The studio fills with the hum of the tattoo machine and the quiet moans of anticipation.