Alone in his study, a married man, J., finds solace in his solitary vice. His wife, unbeknownst to him, has left for the night, leaving him with only his thoughts and desires. He unzips his pants, freeing his throbbing member, and begins to stroke, his grip tight and rhythm steady. The room fills with the sound of his labored breaths and the slick friction of his hand. His imagination runs wild, conjuring images of his wife with another man, fueling his lust and shame in equal measure. He comes undone, his body convulsing as he spills his seed, his cries muffled by the silent house.