Two anonymous Latinos, one Venezuelan, one Chilean, meet in the shadows of a bustling city. The Venezuelan, vergon (shy), keeps his gaze low, his hands fidgeting with the hem of his t-shirt. The Chilean, assertive and hungry, wastes no time, pushing the Venezuelan against the cold wall. Their bodies press together, the Venezuelan's heart pounding against his ribcage. The Chilean's hands roam, exploring the Venezuelan's lithe body, making him gasp. "No names," the Chilean growls, "Just flesh and desire." They stumble into a nearby alley, their bodies entwined, lost in a world of their own, their moans echoing off the cold, unfeeling walls.