A solitary figure, hidden from the world, loses himself in the rhythm of his own touch. His body responds, tension building, pleasure mounting. His grip tightens, his strokes quicken, the room filling with his ragged breaths. Just as the first tendrils of ecstasy begin to unfurl, a noise from beyond the door jars him back to reality. His body stills, the moment lost, his solo dance disrupted by an unseen presence.