Two oily Latinas sharing their ardor in a sweat lodge would have to be any hombres idea of a good time. But why is midnight haired Shaquira, in particular, snarling, like she's up to something? And why is there no male companionship to be seen? There has to be a story behind it. And we think we have the answer. Two prospectors came along with a treasure map, and the girls, after an unsatisfactory attempt to achieve pelvic spasm with their male visitors, buried them alive and took it. Only the joke's on them. The map is in English and no one in the village understands the language.