Gaste85's room is bathed in the soft glow of moonlight, their body relaxing into a deep sleep. Suddenly, a warmth spreads, an urge they can't ignore. They shift, trying to resist, but the dam breaks. Pajama pants darken, the fabric clinging to their skin as the stream continues, unabated. Gaste85 awakens, finding themselves in a pool of their own making, the scent of urine filling the air, a stark reminder of their unconscious actions.