The tattooed man with dark hair sits on an outdoor bench, his fingers tracing his chest before he leans forward, licking his lips as if savoring something unseen. He starts in his shirt, money clutched in his hand, then strips away until he’s shirtless, posing with hands on his head, behind it, or gripping his hips, each frame a slow reveal of what’s to come. The bench stays, but the rest disappears.
