Edie works in a publishing house. And it's not exactly a dream job. After all, Eddie dreams of becoming an artist. Like Artemisia Gentileschi, like Caravaggio, like Van Gogh. Write masterpieces drenched in arterial blood. Eddie is young, moderately cynical, moderately ruthless. She is moderately unhappy. In the evenings she paints in oils, trying to put her life on canvas. But in the morning the colors fade, and she has no choice but to defend herself from the disappointment that overcomes her. Unexpectedly for herself, she plunges headlong into a relationship with an older man - Eric. He is married, but it is a marriage without obligations. His wife Rebecca is absolutely not against their romance. And it's supposed to resemble a love triangle, but there's no room in the world for simple geometric shapes anymore. Now everything is much more complicated. And it seems that today all barriers have been taken, prejudices have been discarded, taboos have been removed. But freedom fetters the heart just as much as coercion, and it is from this feeling that the caustic and provocative “Thirst” is born.