After a grueling week, he finally unlaces his work boots, pulling them off to reveal his big, calloused feet, still warm and damp from being enclosed in leather all day. The socks come off next, their scent a potent mixture of sweat and the day's labor. He takes his time, appreciating the aroma, the texture, the sight of his feet, their soles wrinkled and dark from use. This is his reward for a week well worked, a moment of pure, personal pleasure in the quiet of the hotel room.