The dimly lit room is filled with the scent of tobacco and the low hum of conversation, but the gay client has eyes only for the stranger nursing a drink in the corner. He approaches, his steps confident, his eyes locked on the stranger's. As he reaches the table, he offers the stranger a drag of his cigar. The stranger takes it, his lips wrapping around the end, his eyes never leaving the client's. The client watches, entranced, as the stranger inhales, the tip of the cigar glowing red hot. The room seems to disappear around them, leaving only the two men, the cigar, and the promise of something more.