In the quiet of the afternoon, a lone figure retreats to the bathroom for some much-needed alone time. The mirror reflects the scene as he leans against the sink, his hand slowly moving beneath the waistband of his pants. His breath hitches as he grips his hardening length, the cool air of the room contrasting with the warmth of his palm. He closes his eyes, losing himself in the sensation, his strokes becoming more urgent. The sound of the faucet dripping is the only soundtrack to his private performance.