In the throes of a sweltering day, a lone man seeks solace in the workplace's private toilet. His imagination runs wild, fueled by the day's pent-up frustrations. He locks the door, unzips, and begins a feverish, one-handed rhythm. The room echoes with his ragged breaths and the slap of flesh against flesh. His imagination paints vivid scenes, each one more debauched than the last, pushing him closer to the edge. Finally, with a low groan, he finds release, his hot seed painting the cold tiles.