A pawn shop, dimly lit and cluttered with remnants of the past, becomes an unlikely stage for a gay awakening. The man, broad and rugged, stirs from his impromptu nap, his body betraying his straight mind as a twink, lean and eager, pays him the gayest of attentions. The shop's bell jingles with each thrust, the only customers the ghosts of transactions past, watching as the man's moans fill the air, a symphony of surprise and pleasure, the twink's skilled hands and mouth turning the pawn shop into a temple of gay desire.