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In an abandoned gym, a suited executive finds solace in his peculiar fetish. With a corbata still tight around his neck, he lifts weights, his rigid, lifeless form contorting in slow, methodical movements. The clanking of metal against metal and the rhythmic thumping of a distant bass create an eerie symphony, heightening his arousal. His polished shoes click against the dusty floor, and his tailored suit sticks to his sweat-soaked skin. Despite the lack of life in his limbs, his crotch throbs, the bulge in his pants growing with each lift.