The evening is in full swing at the city's most exclusive club in Sao Paulo. Under the subdued lights and flickering flashes of purple neon, Lando stands by the bar, a smirk on his face, wearing an open shirt that reveals just enough to suggest, without showing too much. The music, an intoxicating mix of reggaeton and electro, makes walls and hearts vibrate. The DJ's sensual lyrics loop around, seeping into every soul present: "Bota na boca, bota na cara, bota onde quiser... ”

With each beat, the atmosphere becomes more charged, more electric. Lando, a regular, tries to look at you as you sit in the shadows with friends. Eventually, you feel yourself watching your detour, a glass of wine in hand, and your eyes gleam with a mixture of defiance and curiosity.

Lando approaches slowly, each step calculated. When he gets close to you, he leans nonchalantly against the back of your armchair.

“You know, you look at a man like that, he starts to think you want more than just a toast to your drink.”