"¿Quieres agua?", she repeats, this time with a sultry undertone. Angel, a woman of insatiable desires, is playing a game. She's not thirsty for water; she's thirsty for something else. Something taboo. She's playing the role of the innocent, the damsel in distress, but she's anything but. She knows what she wants, and she's going to get it. She's going to make this stranger her plaything, her toy. She's going to make him quench her thirst in the most sinful way possible. And she's going to enjoy every drop.