The room is filled with the soft rustling of fabric as the stranger pulls down his pants, baring himself. His hand wraps around his stiff cock, moving up and down in a steady, practiced motion. His eyes are closed, lost in the sensation, his breathing becoming heavy. The room is filled with the scent of sweat and sex, the sound of flesh on flesh echoing in the silent space. He's close, his body tensing, when suddenly, the world outside intrudes, a voice calling out, breaking the spell.