Mrwolf72's lens zooms in on a growing bulge in the jeans discarded on the floor. The room is warm, the silence broken only by the occasional creak of the old wooden floorboards. A pair of shoes lies haphazardly by the door, a sign that someone is indeed waiting, eager, hungry. The camera pans up, capturing a shirt thrown over the back of a chair, the buttons still undone, a visual remnant of the haste with which it was discarded. The room is a stage set for a dance of desire, and the starring role is ready to take the stage.