Under the moonlit bathroom, Camiel, clad only in boxers, feels the call of nature. He pushes them down, revealing his uncut cock, and begins to urinate, the stream reflecting the soft glow from the window. The night is quiet, save for the sound of liquid hitting the porcelain. Suddenly, the door creaks open, revealing a startled onlooker, catching Camiel mid-stream, his cock still out and wet.