The streets of Rio de Janeiro come alive with vibrant colors, pulsating rhythms, and bare, glistening skin. The musas, or goddesses, of carnival, dance provocatively in intricate, bejeweled costumes that leave little to the imagination. As the sun sets, the party heats up, and the dance becomes more intense, more intimate. These women, in all their glorious nudity, command the streets, their bodies moving in sync with the primal beats of the drums.