In the dimly lit workshop, a leather-clad figure, Crossdresser, finds an unconventional way to alleviate his desires. He grips the powerful sander, its motor humming to life, and presses it against his crotch, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through his body. The smooth, rhythmic motion against his clothed erection stirs his loins, a primal dance of man and machine. His moans echo in the empty room, punctuated by the sander's steady purr.