In the grimy, graffiti-laced restrooms of Pittsburgh, two hairy-armpitted, small-titted women find solace in their shared fetish. Their desperate bladders lead them to the filthy, urine-stained porcelain, where they hike up their skirts and let loose streams of golden, steaming liquid. The sweat drips down their bodies, creating rivulets that mingle with their piss, as they relish in the forbidden pleasure of public urination.