Under the cloak of night, a mysterious figure in skin-tight Lycra enters the 24hr store, beelining for the toilet. He locks the door, the dim fluorescent light casting ominous shadows as he begins to grind his ass, the fabric of his shorts slick with oil. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoes in the small room as he spanks himself, his thighs quivering with each impact. His hands roam, fondling his ass through the thin material, rubbing himself into a frenzy. The late-night voyeur in him hopes for an audience, and indeed, a pair of curious eyes press against the door, watching his solo show.