In the dimly lit, empty pool hall, Karen, alone and bored, daydreams of a night filled with desire. She imagines a stranger's hands caressing her curves as she bends over the pool table, smoothly lining up her shot. As the imaginary stranger's breath hitches, she feels his growing hardness pressing against her. She turns, her eyes meeting his, and he kisses her, his tongue exploring her mouth as she grinds against him. The pool cue clatters to the floor as he lifts her onto the table, pushing her skirt up to reveal her wet, throbbing center.