The backstage of Pasion is a playground of forbidden desires. The dancers, clad in skintight spandex, can't help but grind against each other, their wet tangas leaving trails of lubrication on their colleagues' asses. They take turns fingering each other's holes, their moans echoed by the distant beat of the music, their bodies writhing in a dance of lust that's far more carnal than the one they perform on stage.