In a dimly lit club, novinhas, young and eager, let loose to the pulsating beat of funk. Their calcinhas, tiny and wet, barely cover their round asses as they dance, safadas - sluts - all. They move together, danadas - naughty ones - hands roaming, bodies pressing. The air is thick with sweat and lust, the music a primal call to their basest instincts. They dance on the edge, unaware or uncaring of the line they're crossing, lost in the moment and each other.