In the hushed quiet of the early morning, a grey fox, his eyes still heavy with sleep, finds himself in an unexpected encounter in the lounge. The fox, a picture of elegance in his robe, is joined by another, a fox of similar hue, who seems to have been drawn to the allure of the first. The air is thick with tension as they circle each other, their bodies brushing, their eyes locked in a dance of desire. The clock strikes 7:16, and the dance begins.