In the dimly lit room, a man's body convulses with Tourette's, his tics punctuating the air. Suddenly, a bulge in his tight meias hints at a different kind of release. He's alone, but not for long. A stranger enters, drawn to the raw, uncontrolled energy. The man's tics increase, his hands grazing his crotch, eyes locked with the stranger. The room fills with gasps and grunts as the man's body betrays his desires, his meias-clad legs pedaling the air, seeking friction, release.