Ermelinda Benz's twerk is more than just a dance; it's a ritual, a worship of the flesh. She gyrates, she grinds, she twerks with an intensity that's almost religious. Her ass, a perfect sphere, is the object of her devotion, and ours. She slaps it, grabs it, squeezes it, each action a prayer to the god of buttocks. She's joined by others, a congregation of flesh, all moving as one in this carnal communion. It's raw, it's real, it's the celebration of the human form at its most primal.