The rain lashes down as the bait bus prowls the city streets, its passengers oblivious to the storm outside, consumed by their own. The bus is a mobile den of iniquity, a place where gay lust is bought and sold, where strangers become intimate, and inhibitions are left to drown in the rain. The air is thick with the scent of sweat and sex, the sound of moans and the rustle of cash. Outside, the world is grey and wet, but inside, it's a kaleidoscope of flesh and desire, a gay orgy under the cover of rain and darkness.