Her white skin peeking out from the lace of her stockings or her generous cleavage is arousing. It's a moonless night, but every time the headlights of another car shine on ours, her skin shimmers like a spotlight on a prima ballerina on the stage of a darkened theater. A motel bed would be more comfortable, but this makeshift alcove is perfect for satisfying a sudden, wild desire, like a fire ignited by a spark, like a hand that suddenly climbs a thigh, managing to change the fate of two people.