A muleke with a taste for danger finds himself in a compromising situation in Niterói's office district. This loiro borracheiro, with a pircudo that won't quit, can't help but indulge in a midday pleasure. The office's dim lighting and the risk of being seen only add to his excitement. As he rubs his duro, he imagines the voyer's eyes on him, pushing him closer to the edge until he finally lets go, his body shaking with intense release.