Mirando has a thing for the forbidden, and what's more forbidden than a peek into someone else's private life? He's got the perfect setup, a hidden camera overlooking the street below, capturing all the juicy action. His favorite subject? The girls of Calle, their skirts swaying with every step, their bodies aching for his lens. He's a voyeur, a silent observer, watching as these women give in to their desires, their bodies writhing in pleasure that he can only imagine. But he's not just a spectator, he's a participant, his own body responding to the sight of these women in ecstasy. The thrill of the forbidden, the excitement of the unknown, it's all too much for him to resist. He's a puppet master, controlling the action from afar, his every thought reflected in the moans of these women. This is Mirando's world, a world of hidden pleasures and voyeuristic desires.