A depressed yet horny Black woman belts out a soulful rendition of "Call Me Maybe," her voice echoing through the empty house. As the chorus plays, she snaps out of her trance, her eyes landing on her vibrator. But tonight, she craves more than just plastic. She yearns for the warmth of another woman, her bisexual curiosity piqued. She sings on, her voice growing more powerful, her need more urgent, as she starts to touch herself, fantasizing about the soft curves and wet warmth of another woman.