Under the scorching Brazilian sun, a woman's cries of pleasure echo through the favela. Rico, the master of asphyxiation, has her in his grip, his strong arms pulling the leather strap taut around her throat. Her vision blurs, stars dance before her eyes, and yet, she craves more. Their bodies entwine, slick with sweat, as they dance on the edge of oblivion, the rhythm of their lovemaking as intense as the samba that plays in the distance.