Under the cloak of darkness, the house stirs with desire. A lone figure slips into the bathroom, the moon casting elongated shadows. The shower comes to life, the water's rhythm echoing the pounding heart within. The glass steams up, hiding the sinful dance of flesh, as the shower's occupant gives in to primal urges. The door opens, a sliver of light illuminating the wet, heaving body, and the night's secret begins.