Linna, the pure saint, is the unwilling star of a twisted, public orgy. Her lithe body, clad only in tattered remnants, is a feast for the lecherous eyes of the crowd. They touch, they taste, they violate, as Linna's cries of protest mingle with the wet sounds of her debasement. Her body, traitorous in its arousal, glistens with sweat and other fluids, as the debauched spectacle reaches its climactic, messy conclusion.