Your Motives Are Not Pure

A self-made proprietress from the South Bronx encounters a flamboyant upstart who wants to be used as a "cash machine" and ruthlessly counters his "cash out" attempts. The metaphor of "where the warmth lies" in the song "Pocket" has transformed into the ultimate arena for urban love showdowns and self-protection. She is no longer someone's accessory, but the leader of her own destiny.