In the dimly lit bathroom, a lone figure stands before the mirror, undressing. The showerhead glistens, ready for its purpose. But before the water flows, he has another urge. He unzips, aiming his throbbing member at the porcelain. The stream arcs, splashing against the cool surface, filling the room with a warm, earthy aroma. Once finished, he milks the last drops, then turns, ready to rinse away the evidence under the cascading water.