Under the punishing spray of the showerhead, he finds his release, groaning as his semen mixes with the suds at his feet. The tension in his shoulders eases, but the heat in his loins lingers. He leans against the cool tile, panting, his heart pounding like a drum in his chest. The mirror fogs up, hiding his reflection, but he can still see the ghostly outline of his body, a testament to the raw, carnal pleasure he's just indulged in.