In the most ancient nights, they lay together for the very first time, woman and man. Then heard a threatening rumble in her body, a gnashing of teeth between her legs, a fear cut short their embrace. Anywhere in the world, even the most macho of machos still trembles when he recalls, that fear of being devoured. And he wonders, without knowing what he wonders, could woman be an entrance with no exit? Could it be that who enters her, in her will remain?