In the dimly lit stairwell, Cleo, dressed in a sheer nightgown, stands with her legs slightly apart. She's been holding it in all night, but the tension is too much. She looks around furtively, then lifts her gown, revealing her bare pussy. A stream of warm, golden piss begins to flow, cascading down the stairs, creating a puddle on the cold, hard floor. The sound of her relief echoes through the empty building.