Bob, in his tailored suit, sits alone in his opulent library, the grand clock ticking away the seconds. He takes out his favorite cigar, a robusto, and clips the end. With a practiced hand, he toasts the foot, rotating it evenly until it's glowing. He takes a long pull, the smoke filling his mouth, his nostrils flaring as he exhales. The rich, spicy scent of the cigar mingles with the leather-bound books, creating an intoxicating atmosphere. His third cigar of the day, it's a moment of pure, unadulterated pleasure, a guilty indulgence in his otherwise disciplined life.