In the sterile, fluorescent-lit hospital room, the doctor's latex-gloved hands trace the patient's body, mapping out every curve and contour. The patient, a sharp-witted intellectual, keeps up a steady stream of commentary, his words laced with innuendo and double entendres. The doctor, at first professional, can't help but feel a stirring in his own loins as the patient's words grow more explicit. The room fills with the scent of antiseptic and aroused male, the sound of their heavy breathing echoing in the quiet space. As the exam reaches its climax, the doctor finds himself torn between his oath to do no harm and his growing desire for the man on the exam table.