One morning, Zuzana decides it’s time for movement—but not the kind that involves gyms, mirrors, or guilt. Her solution? Erotic fitness: a playful mix of exercise, intimacy, and complete disregard for proper form. Martin is skeptical but willing, especially if it means lifting nothing heavier than expectations.

Naturally, Barbara shows up to turn a private idea into a public “influencer moment,” complete with absurd fitness tips, imaginary calorie counts, and a phone always ready to record chaos. What follows is a series of hilariously failed workouts—squats that feel suspiciously intimate, planks that collapse into laughter, yoga poses that drift into pure parody.

Instead of toned abs, they discover something better: shared joy, loosened tension, and the reminder that movement doesn’t have to be perfect to be meaningful. By the time  ...