Masque Milano Tango, A party is merry with soft music and a crescendo. A glass of Ron y miel, inebriating amber nectar, is sipped. A woman named Lunfardo whispers a few words, and the party atmosphere is filled with sweat and Gotan rhythm. The air gets hotter, but the girl’s smile brightens the night. Despite the discomfort, the girl stands up and heads towards the dance floor, hoping for the same moment.
