A group of young gay boys, their bodies fit and lean, break into a seemingly abandoned pool house, drawn by the promise of anonymity and freedom. The room is dimly lit, the air heavy with the scent of chlorine and the faint echo of distant party noises. The boys, their eyes hungry and eager, begin to undress each other, their hands trembling with anticipation. They move in a flurry of limbs, their bodies entwining and untwining like a dance, their grunts and moans filling the small space as they give in to their desires, the futon beneath them creaking and groaning in protest.