In the dimly lit room, the scent of desire hangs heavy in the air. The women, their bodies glistening with sweat and other juices, move like predators on the hunt. They are driven by an insatiable need, a need that cannot be sated, a need that is as old as time itself. They are insatiable, their appetites whetted by the taste of forbidden fruit. They are women possessed, their bodies slaves to their desires, their minds lost in a fog of lust. They are in the grip of an obsession, an obsession that will never be broken, an obsession that will burn until the end of time.