In a stark, sterile hotel room in Monterrey, a young man finds himself alone and bored. The humdrum of the city outside fails to ignite his interest, so he turns his attention inward. He strips down to his underwear, the cool air of the room contrasting with the warmth of his body. He lies back on the bed, his hand wandering down to his growing erection. He strokes himself slowly, his mind filling with fantasies of the city outside his window.