Maami Igbagbo, a respected elder in their community, has always preached restraint and piety. Yet, as she watches her daughter Ajibola and her friends from afar, she can't help but feel a twinge of envy at their youthful exuberance. She remembers her own youth, filled with secret trysts and stolen moments with her sisters. As the sun sets and the church empties, Maami finds herself drawn to the storage room, where the scent of sweat and desire still lingers. She slips her hand inside her blouse, pinching her nipple, her other hand hiking up her skirt, touching herself, lost in memories of her own unholy sisterhood.