In the heart of Tuscany, Italy, two 35-year-old sexy women walk side by side at a brisk pace. One with dark brown hair, the other with blonde hair, long legs, high laced over-the-knee boots made of shiny black latex, black, yellow, yellow, and green. The other with bold black hair, and a short, shiny black corset, weave their way through the neighborhood, transporting them to the quaint farmhouse lined with cypresses. The village is alive with the sounds of blooming poppies grow, their wings kicking up clouds of dust as they approach the scene. The air is thick with the aroma of fresh grass and vines, and the chirping of crickets fills the air like a resonant arc.