Capscuming's lens peers into the steamiest corners of Tampa's Water Works Park, where the Jazz Fest has become a breeding ground for taboo desires. Clothed in nothing but smiles and sweat, festival-goers transform the park's fountains and pools into a sprawling, flesh-fueled playground. The scent of saltwater and sex hangs heavy in the air, as strangers become lovers, and the boundaries between music, pleasure, and philanthropy blur. Under the cloak of darkness, they dance, they fuck, they make a mess, all in the name of STEM.