In a dark alley, Situqui's crew gathers, their eyes gleaming with anticipation. They're here for one purpose: to pay tribute to Estropeado in the most carnal way possible. The air is thick with tension as they begin to touch, to taste, their bodies pressing together in a writhing mass. The sound of wet flesh slapping flesh fills the night, punctuated by guttural moans and the sweet scent of pussy. They're lost in their lust, their worship of Estropeado taking them to the edge and beyond, leaving them spent and satisfied, their bodies bearing the marks of their devotion.