A lonely young man, hidden away in his room, finds solace in the most intimate of ways. His eyes are drawn to the delicate garter skirts he's collected, each one a whisper of lace and silk, Seductively, he traces the edges, feeling the soft fabric against his fingertips, His breath hitches as he imagines the women who once wore these, Their legs, their curves, their secrets. With a shuddering breath, he slips a hand beneath the fabric, finding his own release in the privacy of his room.