RÁPIDO

Where rain beats against the glass and the air smells of leather and electricity, a game without rules begins. It's not about feelings or the future - it's about the greed of the moment, when the mind steps aside, giving way to the body, which has its own arguments. Everything is hot, sticky, without promises - like a night dance where movements speak louder than words.

And it seems like everything is clear: no one owes anyone anything. But between the joke about “once a week” and the breath in the dark, something slips in that wasn't planned - a spark that makes even the most blatant sin a little human.