In the quiet hum of the vacuum, a man finds his solace. The rhythmic pulsation of the machine against his crotch stirs something primal within him. He's alone, but the hum of the aspirador is his companion, his confidante. His hands, once busy with the chore, now wander, caressing his growing bulge. The vibrations intensify, so does his desire, until he can't help but let go, finding release in the hum of his secret lover.