In a sumptuous room an old clock does not get tired on counting the passage of time. Sitting along the table there is a wholly stunned society that, instead of talking vivaciously, takes advantage of the lunch time almost as a rigorous march. Among the recruited diners, there is a young cadet, Alma, who, with her jaunty attitude, does not seem too much predisposed to follow the dictated choreography, but on the contrary, she shows herself more intent on distorting it. Will Alma fiery instinct able to melt the cold an rigid cliche that, in and out, surround her?