The mall's fluorescent lights cast a harsh glow on the clandestine dance of two men, their bodies swaying in rhythm, fingers brushing, erections tenting their pants. They weave through the crowd, always a step ahead, always within reach. A stolen kiss in a quiet alcove, a firm grip in the crowded elevator, each touch a promise of what's to come. In the dimly lit, locked storage room, they finally give in, clothes discarded, bodies entwined, the symphony of their pleasure echoing off the concrete walls.