In a cramped, dimly lit studio, the Pepe Muelas Trap Band transforms a simple shoot into a raunchy, cash-soaked frenzy. The Chicago drill scene's hottest export, they grind and grind on each other, their bodies slick with sweat and scattered bills. The air is thick with the scent of sex and new money as they indulge in a no-holds-barred, explicit session, proving that their music isn't the only thing that's trap.