In a private, dimly lit bathroom, a mysterious figure prepares for an unusual ritual. The faucet runs, filling the claw-foot tub with warm water, but that's not all. With a sense of purpose, the individual lowers their pants, revealing their naked form, and begins to relieve themselves, filling the tub with a steady stream of golden liquid. The aroma fills the room, a mix of chlorine and something more primal, as the tub's edge turns a warm, inviting shade of yellow.